Winter wonderland

I just love how the snow defines everything. The naked tree's branches. How it just lies so perfectly amongst it's leafless branches. And the bushes and the shrubs. You can really see every single branch and leaf on that bush. The fences, hugging every wires and post, the rails of the telephone pools. Every so lightly gripping upon it's wires until the wind blows it off in a big clump hitting the ground, just adding to the snow mound that has accumulated from the falling snow. It is just all so beautiful, just jaw dropping awe. You have to stop and look at the scenery. Everything is white, snow covered, a white wonderland. The trees, houses, telephone pools, buildings, walls, fences, rails... just everything hidden beneath the white fluff.

While walking home, I couldn't tear my eyes away from everything, especially the sky. Once you look up you are just mesmerized by the fact that you can't see nothing but a never-ending blanket of snow. When one snowflake falls, another follows, and anther, and another, and another. The fact that the sky is blanketed white too, it looks like the snow is coming out of nowhere. Just so absolutely beautiful, awing. A creation of God, one of nature's very talented skill.

Brought me back to my childhood, where you would just fall back in a pillow of snow and make a snow angel. I think that deep down inside, snow does that to everyone. You just have to make a snow angel, it is so tempting. Or a snowball fight. Even with your mother. Tonight was fun, running away from your mom with a snowball in her hand, ending of falling and her dropping it on your head. *laughs* Good times.

I like to walk in the undisturbed snow, watch my foot leave prints in the snow, hearing the crunching sound as the snow buckles beneath my weight. I just love that sound or the fact that those are my footprints in the snow, and ONLY my footprints. Hehe.

Now, afterwards, getting in some comfy fluffy pajamas and slippers. Cover wrapped around me, drinking my hot chocolate and writing in my diary. Waiting for us to start decorating my tree. It's all so comforting, coming home to a loving (and very dysfunctional) family. Working on the tree, together, just after having a snowball fight and angel making contest. These are the things that you will always remember...

[Insight] 12.05.03
I must go now, time to pick out my traditional ornaments and hang them on my tree.
Hopefully I will still have enough to go see Dave's massive Christmas village that seems to be the highlight of all his decorating. I want to see it, I hope I can see it tonight if decorating my tree won't take too long. | written 12.05.03 at 8:03 PM
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