snow
i love the snow so much. loving snow seems like something someone from new england would grow out of. i mean, granted as a little tot (who says tot?) you roll around in the snow, content for hours - making snow angels, snowmen, masterminding fortresses for snowball fights, or sledding or anything else. you would then come in, peel off your wet snow clothes by the door, your cheeks rosy, the outer edges of your hair glittering with snowflakes, and you would then settle by the window, nestled in a blanket sipping hot chocolate and feeling completely wonderful. these days come to an abrupt halt the day your parents discover you could actually help them shovel the driveway and in time, shovel the driveway completely alone while they burrow themselves inside away from the cold. even now with battlescars of blisters and the like after shoveling our driveway, the snow has never lost it's magic - not for one moment. it's like an entire world turned upside down, all the ugliness covered, blanketed in this all-encompassing purity. for one moment, before the corruption of snow plows and footsteps, there is no discrimination. it melts away but that's what makes it that much more beautiful. it is fleeting, a fleeting snow globe. it lifts me out of my own life. sigh. i love the snow.