Winter is a beautiful season. Snow as far as the eye can see. Cold nipping at your nose and nibbling your fingers. A slow breeze in your face.
The tiny flakes, so unique in their own way, fall from the sky. It's almost as if they're stars, falling to their doom.
Moonlight bounces off the snow, giving a blue hue to the white blanket. It takes my breath away.
Drinking hot chocolate in your favorite sweat pants, warming up from the cold. You sit in front of a fire, watching as the flames lick away the chill in your bones.
Listening to Christmas songs, singing with friends and family. Laughing as you watch your loved ones open the gifts you got them.
Winter is my favorite season.
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This Is Me, I Guess
PoetryStories and poems of what it's like to be inside my head. **Warning** Some of the chapters in this story may trigger those who suffer or have suffered from a mental illness, mainly depression and anxiety.
