winter song.

Have you ever made a snow angel?

Sometimes my little brother and I would make snow angels. All it takes is laying on snow covered ground and moving your arms and legs up and down. Once you stop moving and look up at the gray sky, everything seems to be really still. That's my favorite part. The stillness. I love the way snow makes everything quiet. The smell of the cold air, the falling flakes that cover every last piece of earth, the quietness of it all: that's where the magic is for me.

I adore snow. And I miss my little brother.