I think it's kind of ironic, that now that it's March the weather has all of a sudden decided to be wintery. But I'm glad it has. The rain and snow and gray skies and fog have been filling my soul with fresh gladness. There's something about looking out your window on a gray day with the rain pouring down and making it look like the glass is crying that makes you feel... like you're reading a book that's so beautifully constructed in it's emotional depth that you just want to cry tears of true appreciation for it's artistic perfection. That's how foggy, rainy days make me feel. Emotionally attached to the outdoors.
And especially when it snows, with little magical white flakes veiling your perception of everywhere. Like looking through a pair of glasses that makes even the most commonplace things look wonderful. The snow we've gotten hasn't really stuck, but it's been the prettiest coming down. Today our gray gloominess was pierced by bright sunshine for about an hour while the prettiest flurry of snowflakes danced around like drunken fairies. I felt exactly as if I were living in a snow globe.
Thank heaven for gloomy weather, The dramatic part of my soul simply thrills to it.
