When people find out that I absolutely love the snow, they get down right pugnacious with me. Really?! Over snow?! It can get ugly because for some reason they can't seem to grasp the fact that someone might actually like the beautiful, cleansing white stuff. Maybe I should learn to clarify my statement. I like snow! Not the cold and especially the biting cold that makes my spine ache, which it never use to before I dropped to 14% body fat. That I don't like. And after breaking my tailbone snowboarding a couple of years ago, I probably shouldn't like it at all but I do. What I like is watching it snow. Seeing how the earth changes over night. How you can hear the earth breathe when it's snowing in the forest because it is so completely silent. The way it sings of a new beginning, a new start. I love feeling it with my bare hands and watching it melt through my fingers. I love how it chills my sense of smell and allows me to breathe deep breaths of frosty, fresh air. Snow is totally awesome and I love it! Gaiman once wrote this about snow and he nails it.
"Snow...huge, dizzying, clumps and clusters of snow falling through the air, patches of white against an iron-gray sky, snow that touches your tongue with cold and winter, that kisses your face with its hesitant touch before freezing you to death. Twelve cotton-candy inches of snow, creating a fairy-tale world, making everything unrecognizably beautiful.."
"Snow....high in the atmosphere, perfect, tiny crystals that form about a minute piece of dust, each a lace-like work of unique, six-sided fractal art. And the snow crystals clump together into flakes as they fall, covering...inch upon inch……
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