Ringgren

The frost on the window, scattered into wonderful patterns. Winding curves and ice crystals bend the light. Breath caught on my lips, the cold turning it into fog.  Waiting in anticipation, for the winter snow to cover all. It resembles a new beginning, white blankets cancelling the past. Spring is for the fresh start, and I await it with joy. The trees regaining color, the leaves springing into action. Triumphant rose buds burst through, as elegant survivors of the winter. It is here that I remember, that seasons come and go. My love of such things, will never grow old.

I've been sitting at my computer since seven o'clock. Trying to figure out how to make my podcasts and how to put them up on my blog. I've finally found a place that is free, which I will start using later today when I've recorded my first podcast. It's going to be interesting I think. I hope that some people find this blog and are interested in what I'm doing and saying. All I want is to share how I feel and that we're all in this together, this world that we live in. I might be ranting right now... Hmmm. Off topic, there is SO much snow around my house right now, and even though I'm 26 years old I really want to go outside and play in it. Or make a snowman or something! Is that sad? Haha. Well I don't care, you're only as old as you feel right. And I'm such a nerdy kid inside. But I LOVE being a NERD. It's one of the things I was really ashamed of when I was younger, because I was a spaz and a half, never knew when to shut up. Hopefully...