There's something different about the snow this year.
It shines differently in the light, like glitter. And maybe I've just never noticed it before, the beauty of the white powdery substance, but I think it's changed.
I have seen more than enough snow in this winter alone than I needed to see in a decade. And the snow gets passed by, simply because it is an inconvenience. Which I understand. There is nothing more annoying than snow in your shoes, being tracked into your kitchen or car or somehow ending up all over everything.
But there's also a simple beauty to every flake that falls. How it alerts us to the wintry holiday season that is approaching and rings in the new year with a fresh set of clean white snowflakes dusting the ground. And as much as I complain about of how I have to trudge through it for what seems like miles on my way to school, the world wouldn't be the same without the wonderful snow I have come to love and admire.