I love the snow. I love the way it falls to the ground. I love how the snowflakes shine because of sun rays. I love the different kind of warmth that it brings out of its extreme coldness (and you have to experience it so you won't think I'm just talking nonsense). I love its whiteness, its purity, and its calmness, and how it can be so beautiful and magnificent effortlessly.
Again, I love the snow, but not the winter. I apologize if it doesn't make sense to you. If it's just a plain winter day, I hate it. But if it's a snowy one, I would definitely love to go out and dance with the snow - or even just watch it by my window as if I am watching the Chronicles of Narnia.
I just noticed that lately, whenever I am happy, it snows. It sounds stupid, but it makes me feel good. I feel like the weather sympathizes with me whenever I feel so down (by not snowing), and how it rewards me whenever I feel like dancing in the wind (by snowing).
Snow is definitely dangerous, it might kill you if you slipped so badly in the ground, that's why I have to be extremely careful (although I have slipped so many times already). It's just funny how I love something that can hurt me so bad. But it is so wonderful, so beautiful that even if I know it can cause me harm, I won't ever mind..as long as it makes me happy and more alive.
Have you ever loved something (someone) that hurts you? Don't ask me, I'd lie. :-V
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