the first snow
Snow :)
The first real snow.
There is something about it that relaxes me. It makes me instantly merry. I want to swirl around in circles in it, batting the flakes off my eye lashes and catching them on my tongue, just like a little girl.
It's so refreshing and purifying.
It's so beautiful.
I was to curl up on a couch, with Christmas light twinkling with some hot beverage and a good book. It's makes me feel cozy and peaceful.
I love the holidays.
I love the snow. For now. :)
I live in a place with 4 very distinct seasons. I love them all very much for their own unique personalities. More than anything though, I love the hint of change.
The first snow,
The dripping of water and the appearance of buds in spring.
The first night I can drive home from work with my windows down.
The first sound of the tree frogs and glimpse of a firefly.
The distinct smell of fall and the crispness that fills the air.
I love the change and the anticipation of the change even more than I love each season, if that's even possible.
So far on my journey, change has been slow and gradual, and yet, I love the anticipation of knowing that something is coming.
Just like nature, my life holds many seasons. I cannot help think that this year of commitment is leading to more change, whatever that may be.
I am eagerly anticipating this change just like little boys and girls anticipate the first snow, with wide eyed enthusiasm.
Ah snow, thank you for the reminder that I am a change in the making.
Welcome winter.
Welcome change.
I'm glad you're here.
The first real snow.
There is something about it that relaxes me. It makes me instantly merry. I want to swirl around in circles in it, batting the flakes off my eye lashes and catching them on my tongue, just like a little girl.
It's so refreshing and purifying.
It's so beautiful.
I was to curl up on a couch, with Christmas light twinkling with some hot beverage and a good book. It's makes me feel cozy and peaceful.
I love the holidays.
I love the snow. For now. :)
I live in a place with 4 very distinct seasons. I love them all very much for their own unique personalities. More than anything though, I love the hint of change.
The first snow,
The dripping of water and the appearance of buds in spring.
The first night I can drive home from work with my windows down.
The first sound of the tree frogs and glimpse of a firefly.
The distinct smell of fall and the crispness that fills the air.
I love the change and the anticipation of the change even more than I love each season, if that's even possible.
So far on my journey, change has been slow and gradual, and yet, I love the anticipation of knowing that something is coming.
Just like nature, my life holds many seasons. I cannot help think that this year of commitment is leading to more change, whatever that may be.
I am eagerly anticipating this change just like little boys and girls anticipate the first snow, with wide eyed enthusiasm.
Ah snow, thank you for the reminder that I am a change in the making.
Welcome winter.
Welcome change.
I'm glad you're here.
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