Zapada

zapada = snow in Romanian

I had a companion on my mission who was from Texas. I was with her when she saw her first actual snowflake. I loved it.

Snowflakes have always, and will forever, completely astound me. They are my most favorite shape. I marvel at their perfection. They are lacey and beautiful and elegant, but at the same time so cute and happy. I probably have spent hours upon hours watching them and being surprised by them.

I love drawing them, cutting them out of paper, staring at them, catching them, eating them, and praying for them.

This week my car got stuck in a snow patch infront of the house, and I couldn't get it out in time for my math class. I hate scraping ice off my windows to drive. I had to stand out in the cold to manually survey some land for an hour in the morning and thought I was going to freeze to death, and wanted to. My pants get wet and muddy on the bottom from walking through parking lots. All week long, no matter where I am, school, work, driving, at home, at Mark's... I just can't get warm enough.

And despite all the negative things that come with this winter season, I am so happy it's here. I love dressing in layers and wearing coats. I love putting on my snow pants and snowshoeing in the quite landscape. And I love how clean and white everything looks. Every time it snows I'm excited.

I'm really happy about my snowshoes I got for chirstmas, and think I would like to make my own home-made pair.