So it's Friday and it's dark outside. I don't want to turn on the light, it would errupt the beautiful dark blue color behind my window.
I can see big, white snowflakes landing.

It's been a while since it snowed in here, and I missed it greatly. The main aspect of winter's beauty is the snow.
It could be snowing all around the year, for all I care.
It's so beautiful.

Snow lands on the ground softly, and when I look down, I see it's white everywhere.

Not long ago the sky was grey, and I could barely see the other block, as the falling snow made it all blury.

It's calming down now, the winter god. Maybe he got tired.

I'm glad I finally got a snowstorm.

I'm ill; or at least I think I am. It's the first time I ate in two days and the cough is killing me. And yet, looking through the window, I can feel special for a while...feel happy and completely okay.

I don't know why snow in the dark makes me feel like that. It's just the way it is. Maybe that's why I like it.

..I have so many ideas right now...I definately have to add a snowstorm to one of my fics and make the characters feel the way I do now. I think it would be nice.

I should get some sleep now, but until that, I'll look outside...until the snowing stops.