I have lived in the desert my entire life. It wasn’t until I had to move for college when I started to actually experience things that I couldn’t from a house in the middle of an abandoned city. I could go out with friends, hang out at a party, stay up late without having to worry if I was going to get caught or not. I could finally know what it was like to see something other than palm trees. I could smell the pines and dance in the rain and I would finally be able to see the snow.

For most people, when they think of snow, they might think cold, wet, icky. When I first started to see the little snowflakes falling from the sky, it was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. They were like little white fuzzy things that got stuck to everything. In just a few minutes, everything had turned from brown or green to covered in white shimmering beauty. It was glorious. I just wanted to go outside and watch as each snowflake stacked upon another until it was a pile of pillowy white. No matter how much I try and write my excitement of what I saw the very first time I had actually seen it snow, the feeling and the beauty cannot simply be put into words, and I live for these moments… moments so beautiful, there is no string of words that can describe it.


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