It’s weird how things change. I was so disappointed yesterday. I upset myself to the point of failure, and today, I’m happy enough to enjoy a bleak April snow. There’s just something captivating about a white, misty blanket covering our world. It feels close, intimate even, like Mother Nature tucking us in. The light flurries create mystery, mystique, and makes me feel like I’m in a movie.
The thing I love most about snow is how pure it is. How white, mindless, blank it is. It starts off as a tabula rasa. I love these little wisps of nothingness.
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