It’s snowing and if you don’t have any reason to go out, do you feel like huddling under a blanket and watch the light dusting of snow on roof-tops? Or are you hauling the snow from every bollard, tree, car and wall to make a snow-balls?

The snow always brings the quiet stories in me. As if the snow pads the footsteps of my muse. As if stories leave their paw-prints on the snow, quietly, and fly away. A world of snow outside my window, keeps me fascinated, watching the white expanse covering the untidy appearance of everyday life – covering dog-poo, spit and half-eaten chicken nuggets. It allows me to stay indoors and watch the pristine world, as I want to leave it  as long as I can, in this state of immaculate frostiness.

As I watch the snow outside, falling, settling on ivory-clad streets, I tend to write quiet stories. Moments of tenderness and stories of gentle feelings seem to be apt.

If you too want to write some gentle, soothing, naughty but tender stories – here are some wonderful pictures of snow that will whisper to the muse in you.

Did any of these pictures spark a story? Tell me all about it.