tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87930422011-04-21T14:01:09.529-07:00My So-Called Blogproving normal can be anything but♥ mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11157891189494069571noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793042.post-1133322477448650742005-11-29T19:37:00.000-08:002008-01-16T17:27:57.475-08:00I. Love. Snow.<span style="font-family:verdana;">It's one of the few things I find that stirs my inner poet. The poet that gets to sleep the rest of the year.<br /><br />Come Winter, the soft flakes are its "true love's kiss." It wakes like a child on Christmas morning, giddy with anticipation, bursting with life and an energetic rush that few other of the few things I've experienced can rival. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was standing in the conference room at the window, hands on the sash, just staring at it coming down. It's so be-yoo-tee-ful.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And then I almost got ran over on my walk home by some crazy who can't brake in it, and the inner poet wet herself.</span><p><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.google.com/custom?q=categories+AND+%22naturally%22&sa=Search&cof=AH%3Acenter%3BAWFID%3A6c651de0c2633821%3B&domains=dribbleunltd.blogspot.com&sitesearch=dribbleunltd.blogspot.com"></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793042-113332247744865074?l=dribbleunltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>♥ mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11157891189494069571noreply@blogger.com0