snow-the stuff lives are made of

My world has become a snowglobe. flakes drop and swirl outside, changing the once grey streets of oakland into a world of white. Some find this annoying. many have used the expressions of "gross, i HATE snow!" and the like. but as it is 11 pm and i have no place to be, i find this sudden deluge quite enjoyable. i mean, there are boys snowboarding down my street. that in and of itself puts a smile on my face. but as i was walking home this evening, i watched as God decorated the trees, cars and homes of my friends and stood in glee, taking in the beauty of the sparking dust. The most wonderful thing about a blizzard? the whole world gets kinda quiet. you can sit and look, and for a few brief moments, my life is simple. The air smells fresh, like rain, and every problem just goes away. i can pretend like i'm six-years-old and play in the snow. in fact, tomorrow i think i will do just that. i will pull on my parka, and camp out in the park, building snowmen and making snow angels. those are the moments the lives are made of. twenty years from now, i wont look back at january of '10 and think about that test i had to study for, or that monologue i had to work on. what i will remember is that day when my friends and i built a fort and had an epic snow ball fight. i will remember coming home, making hot chocolate and watching girl movies. yes, those are the moments that my life will be made of.