the other night when it began to snow again i lay in bed staring at the window, which was glowing an offensive shade of bright orange. i got that safe itch of childhood excitment once more, which i didnt even feel at christmas at all.
people may complain that the snow is grating on them but for me wet feet and soggy hair is a small price to pay for a feeling i thought i had lost forever.
at a risk of looking stupid through knowing no adjectives more fitting,
nature is honest and magic.
