Where I was born, I was born in winter. I was always jealous of my friends who were born in summer, who could have strawberry birthday cakes (this is a big deal okay, I love strawberries) and be out playing in the sun and go swimming and whatnot at their birthday parties. On my birthday I was basically trapped inside the house because of the snow and ice - or sometimes slush because it was melting.. I guess there were good parts though, you could go skiing or ice skating, building snow forts and stuff like that - if you were lucky with the weather of course. Although in general I just hated it, I hated the cold.
But right here right now, I feel a refreshing appreciation for it. I can really feel that I am a winter-child and have a connection with it, not in a way that makes me like it more necessarily, but it's there. Looking out over the mountains that are covered in snow with white clouds hovering above them, I just feel like, it's so beautiful, so serene! It's probably what you'd imagine heaven could look like - visually very satisfying - one of the most beautiful views there is in this world! I dearly love colours, psychologically colours make me feel better, but there's something special about when the world is just white, because, white is all the colours gathered - it's the light before it passes through the prism. It's something mysterious and magical, just like these gorgeous mountains, and combined… Stunning, just stunning. (And the fresh air is not too shabby either hah!)
Eventually, going back to summer land will be amazing - to say the least - and when that day comes, I'll know a completely new meaning of winter. The seasons of this world will continue to amaze me! NATURE will continue to amaze me. It's all magic I say.
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