undecided

i came here in the united states on the 12th of november 2004. meaning, i have gone through five winters already. and yet i am still undecided about my opinion towards winter. and snow.

i mean, i realized i was a winter dresser the moment i started gaining weight. haha. i love the feeling of walking on snow. making snow angels. making snowmen (i've only completed one ever). i've always wanted to learn how to snowboard (granted my lack of balance whether it's bike, rollerblades, skateboards, etc.). and i think ice skating is romantic.. a la serendipity *sigh* *bats eyelashes*.

but there's the perils of driving through a snowstormy weather. black ice *shudders*. and the lack of inspiration and motivation to dress up for a night out with friends. oh, and having your windows, doors, and keyholes frozen shut for the most part.

but snow IS beautiful. the way that it gracefully falls from the sky and delicately lands on the ground. the way that it falls in such a way that it makes me feel like life is happening in slow motion, and there's no need to rush. the way that everyone's faces light up when they see a pristine area of untouched snow and they are just giddy to jump on it. the way it makes everything and everyone look innocent, peaceful, even romantic. they way you just want to rush home knowing that there is warm soup, and a warm body waiting for you. the way that snow moves at it descends towards you as if dancing in silent rhythm. it is beautiful.

jaja