December 18, 2009


There is something almost magical about snow. If you awaken to a blanket of glistening white, the world seems pure and new. All the grime and muck of reality is hidden, out of sight and out of mind. Anything is possible because no paths have been laid out before you. You can act like a child, sticking your tongue out to catch a snowflake and flopping onto the ground to make an angel. You forget that your feet are numb and your nose is running because the moment is too precious to waste. It is only later when you're sipping cocoa and admiring winter through a window do you realize how rosy your cheeks really are. [Then again, I've always been a sucker for a beautiful snowfall.]