so,

normally, i do not advocate the falling of snow when it is only half way through november, but yesterday when i was getting ready for bed--little did i know that actually meant lying there for two solid hours until i semi-slept and eventually had the worst sleep--i was watching the thick snow fall to the ground and yes, i am admitting now to its magical appeal. looking at that how can you not want to believe that in every different patterned flake there is a drop of magic falling to the ground just for you. it's so self-absorbed to think that the snow is there just for you as a sign to say, "hey man, i am here for a reason and that reason is you! smarten up and we'll fix this!"

again i say,
how can you not believe?





currently listening to: noah and the whale--the shape of my heart