I hate the cold. I hate the fact that I break out when I'm cold.
I hate that when it's cloudy and cold, I feel like my soul has been sucked out.
I love looking at large expanses of untouched snow.
I love playing in the snow.
I love cuddling under blankets.
I love hot tea.
Last night when we played out in the snow, everything seemed so peaceful and magical. There were still flurries coming from down from the sky. When the lights would hit them, they would sparkle and look like glitter falling from the sky. It was very calming, soothing.
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