Sometimes when it snows I think of dying. Not dying because I want to, but dying because it can be beautiful

When it snows it’s almost as if there’s billions of angels falling right beneath and above you.

Snow is just such a beautiful sound.

The sight of it brings peace and just makes you feel so content with yourself. It brings chills and shivers when the breeze blows the flakes but wraps warmth and joy around you

it’s a sign from God saying don’t worry I’m here.

Have faith and I’ll be there..

Have patience and one day this feeling of yours will last an eternity.

With every flake that falls calls for a new journey to be traveled.

Whatever it may be winter is the season of goodwill to men peace on earth

The lonely benches that ponder in the scene of night when no one walks the streets and the lights illuminate little parts of the world, the flakes falling in the fame of the many streetlights makes the scene that I want to live in.

The shiver of chills running from my face to my icy toes to my scorching hands that can’t move a muscle, but my eyes...my eyes can only see the world from where I sit.

I see it

I feel it

I know it.

There’s no better way to explain the wonders of winter in the wonderland we may lie.

A miracle is upon us.

A joy is nearing us.

Soon we will be found.

Soon hope will have meaning again.

Soon we will be human.

Soon we will love,

fear,

wonder,

cry,

scream,

ponder,

sing,

do,

run,

hide.

We will feel again one day.

The way I do now

When I stare out my window

Into the darkness I find.

A billion snowflakes,

that will soon be mine.