esta nevando

this was taken on my way to the library at around 7:45 am. the snow was falling and it was beautiful.

the following was written during my advanced writing class.

i forget
sometimes how ethereal the snow is when it falls
until i walk through it's pure, sparkly curtain
into another world.
a thick, fragile comforter covers the
sidewalks, cars, trees, rooftops, people
enveloping them in a cold embrace.
it's funny how something so
bright, pure, beautiful
can be thought of as
ugly, ininviting, dreary.
it seems to me that the definition of love
is to feel the flakes float dreamily from the sky,
kissing my nose, eyelashes, cheeks.
it's all for me. it's all for everyone.
sometimes, when i feel the snow all around me,
i wonder how it's possible that
i forget.