It is snowing..
It is wet. It is cold. It is gloomy.
And yet, it is beautiful.
The snow is light and gentle.
The trees are frosted.
The ground is glistening.
How ironic, don’t you think?
It is ugly, and beautiful.
It is hateable, at the same time, it is likeable.
It is cold, and yet, it has warmth.
It is far from home, but then, it feels like one..