It's the first snow of the season and my heart is full. The way the snow outlines the trees, the snowflakes sprinkling, the crisp wind. Used to, i disliked the cold. But as I've gotten older, I embrace each season. The beauty of it, that's what gets me. The colors are so different each time. I love it. So unique.
I like to compare the seasons to us, as humans. We change quite a bit as we get older(in some ways). Different stages of life. We grow, we mold, into the person we're destined to be. It's exciting, isn't it??
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