Dancing in the Snow

It's the time of year I love best... that is if the weather can make up it's mind. The sky is overcast one day and bright blue the next, and everyone switches their jackets out for coats at the change in the wind. It surprises me though, how much the world seems to hold it's breath for winter. I love the snow... the pure white glaring at you when you open your blind. The only problem is... there is no snow!! Not enough to glare, just enough to kind of sparkle... a little... if you stare at it long enough. Sigh.... I suppose that I could have fun throwing mud balls with snow sprinkled in it, but it's just not the same.
On the upside... I can't really go skiing down the ramp to the cafeteria if it's not snowy. I much prefer getting to run down that ramp without fear of falling and busting my whatchamacallit... (then I could lay in your floor til my body turned into carrion...) Randomness... beautiful.

I hope we get enough snow soon that I can dance in it.. twirling and sticking my tongue out to catch a dirt particle. It sounds a bit disgusting when put that way...

Dance in the snow... it makes life seem lighter somehow...