Sometimes you just have to be patient until after a meteorologically hyperboring winter it will finally snow like … like it makes me very happy.
Why I like the snow sooo much … can I say? Is it because all the boring numb crap of like mostly everything gets covered in crisp, sparkly, calm and calming immanence …? I can hear myself hear, and oh, it’s fun strolling through the snow.
Take a look out my window:
