1980

I realized something today, in a dull stupor. It was of the type of snow blanketing my town.

It was huge, individual, distinguisable flakes. Not the random blips and blobs of snow flakes that fall, that look like little white dots magically falling from the sky.

No, it was of perfectly distinguishable flakes. And it was beautiful.

Winter finally showed me the beauty it was capable of. And for a moment, I wasn't hating winter. I wasnt hating the uneccessary cold, the chilling winds, and the early nights. I was astonished by what I saw.

And for a moment, I stopped hating winter.