Storms

Snow storms are beautifully ugly. I love them because they make me think about how pretty the world can be when people aren't pissing me off. Especially in wide fields. It's calming to walk in an endless expanse of white, even when you can't find your way back. (I bring a string, because I tend to walk in a straight line, and it tells me the direction I came from.) When I have issues, All I need is a snowstorm. I don't have to worry about any work, or family, or dogs. I just, exist. It makes me happy to know that not everything I do will be judged. It's relaxing when the only thing there is snow. Snow is so calm. It just falls forever. I would like to be snow. Life would be simple as a snowflake.