It is an interesting phenomenon that no matter how cold it is outside that snow still makes me feel warm. I know some people will waste their time making scientific explanations about the change in humidity or the reflection of light off all of the white ground, but I am certain it is just the feeling of snow itself. It is white and happy. No matter how dull my life is or lonely, or interesting and full of life the snow still adds a positive element. It calls me home, I think to the north. Maybe even to a different country, but when it is around, it is where I belong.
I don't know where I am moving to in five days, and I don't have a job, but those are luckily short-term problems and the long-term is looking up. In this short term tornado it is nice to have the snow to remind me to relax and be happy. I could say that I wish I had someone else here with me in my cozy apartment to watch movies and talk to, but oh what would I do if they didn't like the snow?
