this morning, i looked up from my suitcase (where my clothes are living until my dresser is built. soon. soon.) and saw big, white flakes falling from the sky. and i heard a thud as my heart hit my stomach, because it's that time of year when all you can think is, "beautiful, picturesque snow? again?" but it was beautiful. and picturesque. and i tried to remind myself that i'll be wishing for some fresh, cold air come july.
bright side, guys.
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