It has been snowing for the past couple of days. Not heavy, just enough to make a light layer of white on everything it touches. I've loved waking up and looking outside to see the flakes falling from the sky. Even if the sky is dark and gray, the snow lying on top of everything else makes it still seem bright and cheery. That's my favorite part about winter, I believe: the snow. The cold, the dreariness I can do without, but the snow is what makes this time of year seem magical. Like anything is possible. I guess that's why my mood has been lighter lately. The snow gives me hope that brighter, happier days are to come. And at this point in my life, I need that.