Megan.

The snow. It's finally here. A new outlook on life, a new scenery to dream upon. To watch each flake fall, oh so gently and peacefully, gives me a feeling of wonder. Where will it drop? How will it affect the ground? Will kids eat it? Play or walk through it? I've always wanted to really look at a snowflake. Not just take a glance, but observe how it's different from the rest. To look at each individual part and find each piece to the puzzle that makes it one. I sometimes find myself looking out the window at school or in my house and getting lost in the flakes. Almost as if they're carrying me away in the midst of all the chaos and stress. Oh, how I wish it could, sometimes. I'd have to say one of my favorite parts of winter is driving down the road to get into my neighborhood. It's the perfect path to see the crystal-like snow glimmer on the trees, the thick, white circles landing on our car. I just love seeing the white on the trees, even without the snow falling. The season basically brightens my mood. "The color of springtime is flowers, the color of winter is imagination." -Terri Guillemets.