thinking

this world is an interesting place. i'm both in awe and terrified at the same time. it's true. yesterday morning i opened my eyes, and looked out my window at a brilliant gray sky, and then i noticed these large snowflakes falling and i was at once excited and annoyed or saddened. excited because it's my first witness to snow in the mid-atlantic. and saddened or annoyed because instead of being able to cuddle up with my covers, and a nice cup of lady grey tea or chai, i have to step out into it, the grey sky, the large falling quarters of snow. im not jaded yet. but i'm sure i'll soon change and hate the days i wake up and see such softness falling from the sky.