We gots teh snow!!!
It's 28 degrees Fahrenheit here, and I am in love with the snow that's all over the place. It's not quite deep enough to cover the grass, but it is deep enough to make a good show of it, so everything is white and gorgeous, and it's really chilly without actually feeling cold. Because that's what happens when it snows, somehow; the biting-cold that blows right through you goes away and it gets all quietly nippy but isn't actually obtrusive. I love it. And the view from the Eyrie is awesome.
I also don't feel as out-of-places as I do during the summer months. The lack of any ability to tan at all means that I am either a ghost all year or a lobster for three months out of the twelve, and I usually opt for the former. Because the latter hurts. This is what happens when people of Norse descent decide to leave Scandinavia, and their children marry German-Norwegians, and one Mostly Norwegian son marries a girl who is half German and half Irish. One of their daughters will tan beautifully every summer and have adorable freckles, and one of their daughters will be...well...fucking pale. All the time. And have really poor circulation along with it. (Note: I am not actually complaining here. I don't think I could be sad right now if I tried; I'm grinning like a loon and laughing while I type. Also I'm fine with being weird and pale.) Aren't genetics amazing?
Anyway, the point is that I love the snow because it's pretty and makes everything feel clean and new, including me. I feel really comfortable in the snow and during the colder months in general.
I love the snow.
Everything is beautiful.
I also don't feel as out-of-places as I do during the summer months. The lack of any ability to tan at all means that I am either a ghost all year or a lobster for three months out of the twelve, and I usually opt for the former. Because the latter hurts. This is what happens when people of Norse descent decide to leave Scandinavia, and their children marry German-Norwegians, and one Mostly Norwegian son marries a girl who is half German and half Irish. One of their daughters will tan beautifully every summer and have adorable freckles, and one of their daughters will be...well...fucking pale. All the time. And have really poor circulation along with it. (Note: I am not actually complaining here. I don't think I could be sad right now if I tried; I'm grinning like a loon and laughing while I type. Also I'm fine with being weird and pale.) Aren't genetics amazing?
Anyway, the point is that I love the snow because it's pretty and makes everything feel clean and new, including me. I feel really comfortable in the snow and during the colder months in general.
I love the snow.
Everything is beautiful.