I want more of these nights

I still don't like Valentine's day. But I can't help but have a good weekend when I go to bed with the world glowing white and wake up with it still covered, five inches of powdery, crunchy snow. Snow is the instant good mood. Better than hot chocolate, better than a comedy, better than anything I've ever experienced. And even once it's gone, the sky remains so clear and crisp that each star seems to put forth it's best effort to shine brighter than the glowing lamp posts and headlights of cars streaming down the highway. The blue shines all night long, still hoping for a hint of white to come falling down.

Kisses in the snow. Better than kisses in the rain.

I want to keep the mood up, keep this weekend as happy as last night, as this morning. Epic snowball fights outside the coffee house, snow angels, snowmen, and a feeling like the whole world has been blanketed by a pure silence, a powder that can't be blown away.

I love snow, more than anything. I love it enough to walk 20 minutes through the snow and wind at night for coffee and music, and then make a trip back. I love it enough to go to bed at one in the morning and wake up at 6:30 voluntarily. I love it enough to endure the literally freezing temperatures.

I want this feeling year round. The only thing that could have made it better was if it lasted all day today. Just enough that I could play in it more. Just enough that I could have gone on a walk through the woods, alone or hand in hand with Paul. I've never had a happier long weekend, never had a happier valentines weekend. It isn't even valentine's day yet.

Hope all of you had as fantastic of a night/day as I did in the snow. Beautiful.

Heather

baby I love you