Winter

Winter seems to have grown on me. As a young child, i loved winter.. snow angles, snow men, hot chocolate, Christmas, the feeling of your cheeks burning when coming back inside.. And the speed i found while sledding was unforgettable.

Time passed.. and winter became more like a prison. The freezing cold, the dry skin and chapped lips, walking to the bus ten minutes early just to make sure i had time so i didn't slide all the way down the hills to my death, the feeling of snow getting stuck in you boots..

This year, it seems different though. I still hate the cold school days, and walking to the bus- trying not to die... but there is something more peaceful about the snow, the cold, and the ice. There's a beauty to it. I don't know. i just feel almost inspired by it... if only i could keep track of both my gloves- winter might be.. well.. perfect.