The Joy of Snow

Snow makes me feel sad. But also like I'm at peace. Almost like I'm dead. I can have so much fun in the snow with friends and all the activities there are, but it can be scary when you're alone. Snow makes me think; it makes me think hard. Hard about what could happen if I do something. Or what it will be like after everything has ended. When I'm alone outside, lying in a mound of soft, compact freezing snow, looking up at the piercing, eye-aching blue sky, I'm scared. I'm scared of all the things that were released from Pandora's box. All the things that have happened to someone else, and how they could happen to another, including myself. But then all I have to do is get up and just start playing, and all the worries I had just been conjuring fade away. That's the joy of snow, all the fears can just go away with one quick movement. One quick movement, like throwing a snowball, and all is gone.