It is snowing, and snowing more at one time than it ever does here. I can't even concentrate enough to study for my final tomorrow because I am too busy enjoying the view from inside this snow-globe of mine. The trees are bowing to each other in their crystal costumes, preparing for a waltz (no doubt penned by Tchaikovsky). Once they begin to dance, small stars will fly into the overcast sky. Vehicles become objects foreign to my recognition, they become relics of some civilization I do not understand. The falling snow acts to hypnotize and lull one away from any sort of awareness of time. The birds, like me, have hidden away to watch this transformation for themselves.
I am so happy right now, sitting at my desk, bundled up in my dark room, rubbing my toes on the carpet to warm them, and looking out onto a world covered in clean. I love this world, I love this weather, and I love each and every fairy-flake. This is a world enchanted, of which I am queen.
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