i typically hate the snow. i was born on the water, i grew up on the water, i need to live near the water, its like i need water to survive. but something is changing this year, and i find myself eagerly looking out the window in hopes of the first snow. something feels fresh and clean this year, and new. maybe its the new house, maybe its the new promises, maybe its a new year coming up. i dont know what it is. because my physical self is aching at the cold, and yearning to feel sand and heat and waves. but inside, something is stirring into a crystal white snowflake, unlike all the rest, "set apart". i think this could be something wonderful.

"with you i am washed as white as the snow, and all crimson stains become just a shadow"