When the first snow falls, I want to dance in it as the snowflakes waltz around me to the tune of the howling wind. I don’t care if the world thinks I am crazy. I just want to savour the moment. I want to stick out my tongue and taste the tiny snowflake. I want to raise my hand and let it rest gently on my palm. I want to share it with you. I want to smile and cry over the sadness of it all. When the first snow falls, the last teardrop falls…
Then the first snow falls, I stood in the midst of a lonely path staring in disbelief. That is when you realized the stark difference between fantasies and reality. I have never seen snow before. I am the only girl in the world who can mistake light snow for unknown bugs and dust bites. I yelp and shriek to the symphony of the wailing wind. I waved my hand in a hysterical dance as the flakes twirl around me in frantic circles. I raise my hand to chase the flakes as they whirl with the breeze. I want to hide from the blistering cold. I want to laugh and weep over my ignorance. When the first snow falls, the last teardrop falls…
As I sit here relishing the moment, I realize how good life is to me. I always wanted to experience that moment when the first snow plops on that dense head of mine. It is surreal when the gust of wind blew the flakes in my direction. It made me stop dead in my tracks, frightened by the onslaught of the army of unknown insects. But when it finally strike me this could be snow, I paused and just enjoyed that moment briefly for a little while before I decide it was too cold to do something so silly – staring blankly into the sky as the white mites did a short ballet recital. For all I know, it’s not snow but indeed dust mites. Still, it is beautiful in a blissful way. It is like being in love when my heart flutters a little. And then it was as though my heart stopped beating a little and I felt as though I was suffocating when I soaked the presence of it all. The solemn steps became a cheery hop as I skipped my way to the nearest building. Did the last teardrop fall? It just freezes with time momentarily.
Today is a merry lucky day. I picked up 50 cents. I got free Binner tickets. And I am still in #3 place. Although it isn’t thanksgiving (not that I celebrate it), I would still like to thank everybody (the higher power whatever) for making my life so wonderful. The world is not perfect but I am glad mine is. =)
She's the one on the extreme right on the first picture haha...looks like me in my down jacket without specs...fine she's the cuter, poutier version of ME.
