What I like about winter is that it's the most relatable season to me.
I see the snow, and it's so pretty. It seems so pure; but it's not.
It's actually quite dirty by the air it floats down through before it reaches the ground. A perfect example, in my opinion, of how something can be absolutely gorgous yet also having faults. Like winter itself.
It's like a person. Beautiful on the outside, yet there are always faults. Small faults, sometimes ones that don't matter. Looking outside in winter makes me think of a real human being and how a season and a living thing can be so alike.
~Caz |
