I want to be beautiful like a rat because there are types of beauty that photgraphs don't show.
I hate the cold, but I love the first tiny snowflakes.
It starts two seconds after I leave the door, strengthening as I begin my arduous seventh-tenths-of-a-mile walk. After the initial confusion as to the tiny piece of something that fluttered past, I realize it is barely snowing. The more I walk the stronger it gets. Then I must go inside because it is cold. But the snow no longer hits me in the face.
Oh god, I've become a northerner.
It starts two seconds after I leave the door, strengthening as I begin my arduous seventh-tenths-of-a-mile walk. After the initial confusion as to the tiny piece of something that fluttered past, I realize it is barely snowing. The more I walk the stronger it gets. Then I must go inside because it is cold. But the snow no longer hits me in the face.
Oh god, I've become a northerner.