* snow is a winter's joy *
i should be feeling it. it's the first real snow day. but i'm like the cyclames out on the balcony, frozen through. the appearance is intact. life, however,
is gone.
is gone.
i only bought the flowers on monday, thinking it would rain from here on eternally. that's the kind of fatally misguided assumptions i am prone to making in general.
enjoying the small things in life is a sign that everything will be okay in the end, i was told. but between enjoying those small things and merely recognizing them as such, there is a gaping difference.
