It's when the cold nips at my ears, when my cheeks are as bright as roses, and when my teeth bite the chill winds. It is in times like this, when the snow blurs the roads and erases all color and sound from the world, reducing the world into nothing too easily, that I am grateful for my being and existence.

I am in love with the warm glow of windows, giving life and warmth to the home. I am in love with the fox I saw playing in the snow, and the way it looked at me before it ran away.