Snow II

One of the only things I wanted this Christmas was for it to snow. I don't know why, but there's something about it snowing that makes everything feel like Christmas and magic and home and good. I wanted to sit with Gina at one of our bay windows staring out the window with hot chocolate under a nice warm blanket and feel very warm and know that it was very cold outside but also beautiful.

But it was warm outside. Almost the entire time that I was home. I think it got up to the fifties or sixties. When I went to the pharmacy with my mom for some last minute college things, the pansies outside were still in bloom. By the time I left - after 21 days at home - it still hadn't snowed once, and it hadn't even been cold enough for snow to stick. It never felt like Christmas, not for one day.

This morning, when I walked out of my dorm at 7:40 or so, it was snowing. I was angry.

Peace out.