30 december 00

Snow. Lots and lots of snow. About 12 hours of snow. And now it is so beautiful outside, everything glittering and white and quiet (isn't that how one is supposed to describe snowfall?). The snow seems almost to add an extra dimension to the trees and simply walking down the street become a magical adventure. I remember that it didn't snow much last year, and I missed this. The cars, before people start uncovering them, look like smooth futuristic hovercrafts of some sort. Tomorrow I'll walk up to the park and play in it. I want a snowman, I want snow forts and a proper snowball fight. I want snow angels and ice skating and hot chocolate. I also want a fireplace, but I can't have everything.