Snow

This one's called Mirror Mirror....

The snow was heavier now, swirling down in great flurries over the silent london town, purposefully filling foot shaped imprints in the crisp, bitter snow. The streets, empty still, immersed in the darkness that came before the late December dawn. Naked trees dotted along the edge of the lanes groaning under the weight of the snow laying innocently on their branches, only to occasionally fall to the blanketed ground at the sigh of the wind..........I call this White City

Snow White

I call these two "Knife"

"The future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show...." (Anonyomous)