This is my eleventh year living in North Carolina. On Friday night, I looked outside and my eyes widened with disbelief. Everywhere, little specks of "white fluffy stuff" (quoted from a friend named Kyler) were flurrying madly all around. Indeed, the weatherman had done us justice, which is saying a lot considering the fact that he'd broken his promise of snow a few weeks ago. Only a couple hours later, my entire lawn was invisible underneath a soft bed of snow. Car windshields were covered, as were the roofs of houses, mailboxes, and driveways.
It truly felt like a dream.
But really. There's just something about snow that makes it so magical...perhaps it's the fact that we don't get to see it everyday, or even every month or year, or perhaps it's the fact that there's the possibility it may come when we least expect it or doubt it the most.....and yet the day comes when we jump for happiness and enjoy it to the fullest.


~The Red Angel
