Cold.  Wet.  Rain falls from the sky.  Winter is no different than spring or fall.

Every year, I wish for a Christmas with snow.  I want snow to cover the driveway, leaving an even carpet of pristine white ice crystals for me to leave footprints in.  I want icicles to hang from my roof, and frost to coat the sleeping plants.  I want to take a ( Read more... )

 To me, winter means scarfs, snow, hot chocolate, and sick days.  It's when I rush around trying to find gifts to give everyone, and I love every second of it.  It's about making ready-to-bake cookies and being dragged to Starbucks to get my brother a caramel apple cider when all I really wanted to do was stay in bed for another ten minutes.  It's ( Read more... )

 The wind blows, softly but harshly, and snowflakes are falling all around me.  I get lost in the view, freezing with wet gloves turning my fingers into icicles and my nose into that of a clown's, but I ignore the cold, instead focusing on the snow finally sticking to the pavement.  There is nothing to disturb me...

...Until my friends tell me to ( Read more... )