Winter Bliss

The time of cracked lips, frozen fingers, yearning for summer, and sparkles of falling snow. Many of us hate this cold season, but I see it as a beautiful time of solace and bliss. All white landscapes with shimmering foundations. The cool crisp air that feels so good in your throat as you breath, it seems so pure. Even on the blackest night, the falling snow gives you glimmers of light in a black sky. It's possibly my favorite season. Even though I miss the chirping birds and the humidity of the summer air on my skin.

Frozen air in shimmering skies

The season of death

The season of isolation, of solace, of beauty

It comes with cracked lips, frozen fingers, and goosebumps

It comes with awed faces, with inspirations, and pure bliss

A season frozen in time, waiting for the heat of spring to come.

Snow waiting to melt away, to give life back to the land. 

Winter.

Accompanied with hate, love, warmth, cold. 

A season of many faces.

A season that demands respect. 

Am I the only one with a winter heart? I am a skier, with a heart of ice. Many of my friends hate winters icy grip, I love the cool and refreshed feeling you get every time you breath and the frozen air rushes into your lungs. Watching the steam fall out of your mouth and swirl into the air before it finally disappears. Winter is beautiful, am I really the only one who can see that? 

With the frost that coats everything it touches, the rosy red of your cheeks from the stinging cold. Even the pure and raw frozen feeling that you get when your out too long, its a wonderful and unique time of year. 

Winter comes with so many possibilities. Making snow men, skiing, snow-ball fights, and even hot chocolate. It's a hard time of year to hate. 

A Light Dusting 

What is more Wintery than a light dusting of snow and some green pine tree's? Other than a steaming cup of hot chocolate, I can't think of really anything else. It's majestic, the smell of pine and the cold winter air. I find it inspiring and blissful, without the song birds and the shouts of kids playing on the grass, Winter gives you a time of peace and quite, to regain your sanity before you loose it again in the happiness and ecstasy of summertime. 

 Igloo's and Tunnels 

We all must know the term Igloo! Come one ESKIMO'S!!! Well last snow day I decided that I was gonna make one, but it came out a little wrong. It really wasn't all that Iglooish, more like a massive snow tunnel, but you know, it was still  hole in the snow, that was big enough for me to fit in.