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tigiraBlah blah blah – SNOW! There was SNOW this morning! I can’t believe there was SNOW already! Gaaaah! No. No snow. No snow. *stomping feet* It’s NOT winter yet, it’s just NOT.
Oh, but the prospect of cuddling with someone sweet while drinking hot cocoa (hmm, with a little peppermint schnapps?) seems inviting. *humming Baby, it’s COLD outside.*
Ok, in appreciating the change in weather….
I like the smell of a snowy morning.
The air feels crisp and clean, even in the city.
The clean, smooth, flowing edges of everything after a significant snow-fall.
I like playing with icicles.
I like snowball fights.
I like making snowpeople.
I like winter.
If only it weren’t SO long and SO cold, I’d like it even more.
But I refuse to beg for spring when winter has barely begun to show itself. But ask me again around Imbolc.
Oh, but the prospect of cuddling with someone sweet while drinking hot cocoa (hmm, with a little peppermint schnapps?) seems inviting. *humming Baby, it’s COLD outside.*
Ok, in appreciating the change in weather….
I like the smell of a snowy morning.
The air feels crisp and clean, even in the city.
The clean, smooth, flowing edges of everything after a significant snow-fall.
I like playing with icicles.
I like snowball fights.
I like making snowpeople.
I like winter.
If only it weren’t SO long and SO cold, I’d like it even more.
But I refuse to beg for spring when winter has barely begun to show itself. But ask me again around Imbolc.
