Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts

I cried. You might.

Baby, it's cold outside.

The cold is creeping in, Winter has reared it's freezing head once again.  It has invaded my bones, it has chapped my lips, brittled my hair. Yet it is somehow still so inviting... it reaches my nose with  this...Clean.Cold. Pure. And I love it.

I feel that Winter picks my hair up with it's long, spindly fingers, and licks it until icicles hang, and my cheeks are turned to red apples.  But I feel warmth, because Winter allows us to slow down and cocoon ourselves up at home, wrapped up in blankets and tall socks away from the icy chill, encased in a big warm hug. It welcomes us to brew warmth in a cup, hot chocolate with marshmallows....yes, please.
Dare I say I don't mind Winter?  Despite some of my grumblings about the cold, or wind, or ice, winter is not half bad. I love watching kids eyes sparkle at the very thought of going to the park and sledding. I love snowball fights (just don't hit me in the face cause that would just piss.me.off) I love breaking off  icicles.  I love the Moon in Winter and even more so when it glows off the snowy land. I love the smell of coming snow. People are just very fickle. We want what we haven't got, and when we get it, we no longer want it. In the summer, "I wish it were cool and Wintery", in Winter, "I wish it was warm and Summery". You can't exactly have both at the same time. Oh my, doesn't that hold true with most everything in life?
Enjoy the frost flowers on the windowpanes and enjoy the feeling of a hot shower (pin pricky as it may feel) after you've been outdoors, enjoy making snowmen, or snow angels, and don't forget about making snow ice cream!  I don't believe in living each day as my last cause that just seems kinda morbid to me, but I do believe in keeping the idea close in my thoughts, so as to motivate me to live each day with laughter and love.

I opened the door this morning to do only one thing...Breathe.

Snow. Cold. Clean. Pure.