Snow to me is so beautiful. I love night's where the moon is full,little soft flurries of snow here and there falling past my form,I love the cold. Being a girl who loves the cold I had some rough times as well. I remember when I was a baby I git buried under snow as a tree dropped a huge load onto my body encasing me under the white heavy blanket. I was freezing my limbs were numb at the end. I heard my mother scream for me and under a minute I was saved by my second eldest brother's and my mothers hand as they dug the snow off of me picking me up in her warm embrace I snuggled to her.
Seeing Pedia snow like this made me remember the good times in my childhood. Like sitting around the fire place holding a warm cup of joe with some of my brothers wearing kitty Pajamas's and even cute fuzzy house shoes. The fire place I would sit too close for comfort and I didn't mind,and when I was bored I would simply crane my neck and look outside the nearest window at the gentle falling snow.
I loved waking up on every December morning when it has yet to snow and I literally jump up and instantly go to the window to see if any roofs are white or the entire ground was blanketed by the wonderful gift. sometimes when the ground was lacking such a white I would be sad and wait till the next day,but like any kid when opening a present on Christmas day.. When I rush to the window to see the ground actually covered in snow I squeal and instantly push my mom into letting me go outside. I love snow,I love the cold more then I do heat. Snow is one of many things I treasure in this partly beautiful world.
Seeing Pedia snow like this made me remember the good times in my childhood. Like sitting around the fire place holding a warm cup of joe with some of my brothers wearing kitty Pajamas's and even cute fuzzy house shoes. The fire place I would sit too close for comfort and I didn't mind,and when I was bored I would simply crane my neck and look outside the nearest window at the gentle falling snow.
I loved waking up on every December morning when it has yet to snow and I literally jump up and instantly go to the window to see if any roofs are white or the entire ground was blanketed by the wonderful gift. sometimes when the ground was lacking such a white I would be sad and wait till the next day,but like any kid when opening a present on Christmas day.. When I rush to the window to see the ground actually covered in snow I squeal and instantly push my mom into letting me go outside. I love snow,I love the cold more then I do heat. Snow is one of many things I treasure in this partly beautiful world.
