Personally, I quite enjoy the winter season. Waking up to see the fresh fallen snow cover the fields and mountains surrounding my house fills me with a giddiness and I can't help but giggle in delight. Yeah, snow does that to a girl. You see, I have this kind of mindset that automatically sympathizes with every sappy romantic story that involves walking in the snow and holding hands. Am I ashamed of that? Well, maybe. But you can't expect much different from me because I'm a girl. And we girls do that. Or at least I do.
Anyways... I just love winter so much. It's the purest of the seasons. Everything is white and it's like a big empty canvas painted with the dark greens of trees showing through the blizzard, or the brown ground barely showing through the layer of that fluffy stuff. So, since you can so obviously tell that I basically adore this season I will probably treat you to some of my stories that I've written pertaining to anything along the lines of snow or winter. And before you get all excited, I would caution you that I wrote some of these more than a year ago, and my writing skills have improved immensely since then so it may not be all that great along those lines. But it's your choice to read them or not so I'm not gonna say that I made you read them. Just a fair warning. Along with that, I also wrote some poems and those may be included also.
Returning to the current subject, I just think that some people take for granted what is right in front of them. For example, about four years ago now my dad and stepmother decided to be a host family for a foreign exchange student. She was from South America and had never seen snow before in person her entire life. She said to us as we were driving her home from the airport that she watched many movies that had snow in them but never had seen any herself. When she saw the pictures of the mountains near my house she said that the snow was what she looked forward to most. Even though I wasn't there to see her expression the first time she saw snow I still remember the day I went to visit and we decided to go onto a nearby hill right outside of town and sled. She was so excited to go out in the snow and I guess I just never thought of how some people have never seen a single snow flake in their entire lives. And how some never will. It just reminds me that we sometimes take the simplest things for granted and even complain about the things we get, just because we want to see something else. I think that we should just realize that sometimes people wouldn't hesitate to take you up on our offers of "switching places" with them just for a day because they certainly wouldn't waste some of the opportunities we get everyday but just pass by.
So on that note I can delightfully and honestly tell you that when I woke up this morning and looked outside my window to see at least 10 inches of fresh new snow already covering the 3 inches we had from the previous day, I was beyond happy. I was jovial. Cheerful even, and the Christmas spirit I had been losing over the past few days was renewed beyond measurable circumstances. Of course a little part of me was less excited to try to drive to school in the stuff, but thankfully that was overwhelmed by my lighthearted mood. Some people may have complained that it was too deep to walk in, that it was only 15 degrees out, that they had to actually shovel the walk and brush the thick fluffy layer of snow off their car. But not me! I was excited because it was FIFTEEN degrees outside! Not the finger numbing -7 that it had been just last Saturday. And the brushing my pickup off, that was quite enjoyable. No, not because I find pleasure in freezing off my fingers or reaching over the hood to get all the ice off my windshield but because I launched each stroke towards my sister and left her in a flurry of white. So just try to remember that some people would kill for your life. Try to enjoy what you have and maybe some others don't. Live life blissfully.
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