This is how I remember feeling most of the time in high school during the winters…an odd combination of terror and invigoration…wanting to remain forever under thick blankets while standing late at night outside when the snow actually crackled and split with cold.
Watching blue snow that glittered brightly under the moon…eating scalding hot french fries with spicy mustard as I walked home…not being able to feel my finger tips while my tongue burned…under a watching white winter orb.
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