I've experienced snow for 27 years of my life. And yet, somehow, it always makes me super-childlike-excited to see it fall. It puts that look on my face. Wide-eyed with a mouth-closed slightly crooked grin. Like I'm simultaneously happy and mischievous. Contemplating how long it'll be before I can throw a snowball at you.
What I don't like is when the very light snow flutteries (Yes, flutteries) are accompanied by gusts of fierce winds. It's very scary outside my window tonight.
"Like the thing that you tried that you thought that you liked
For a minute then it all felt wrong
So you change it again all your clothes, all your friends
It's the same as it ever was"
-Monsters of Folk
Monday, November 30, 2009
Cease To Amaze.
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