White.

The first snowfall of the year. It's so weird. Snow always fills me with this sense of... I don't know what. But it affects me deeply. The smell of the crisp, cold air, the sight of the soft whiteness that covers everything. It's all just so unbelieveable to me. This feeling I get from it.... it's indescribable.

If this was a normal day, I would have phoned my dad up and we would have spazzed over the snow. That was one thing we shared. The love of snow. He got a similar feeling from it to the one I do. It's a strange thought. Not even sad. Just...weird.

I really wanted to meditate in the snow. But I don't want to get dressed into proper clothes and my mom would kill me if I went out there like this. But I did stand there barefoot in it, out on the deck, and just...felt. Just...existed. Let myself be open and feel. It's an amazing feeling. Somewhat scary because it's vulnerable, but wonderful at the same time.

I stood outside, watching the light reflect off the snow-covered branches of the trees. I took a piece of snow in my hand, just watched as the body heat from my hand melted it. Felt my hand go numb and water drip off of it, until there wasn't any white left on my hand. I don't know how long it took. It felt like forever, yet no time at all.

I want this feeling to last forever.
It's not a happy feling.
But it is a good feeling.

a snowfall, the first in the winter
covered the ground as the bells filled the air
You in your robes sang, calling, calling, calling him
in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?
in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?