The whole world is frozen; everything is silent. As you walk outside you're afraid to be too loud, lest you disrupt the moment. Everything is covered with sheets of ice; you feel like an outsider.
After like six years, I will see the world like that again. It's kind of eerie to see pictures of people's backyards around this time of year from more north or more east and then look outside my own southern Californian window. x.x
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