I think I really love snow. I'm not so much a fan of the coldness, but the snow is beautiful.
I was walking out of Doug's house after watching The Emperor's New Groove because I desperately needed to escape my mother's ravings. The moon was almost directly overhead and almost full, shining so bright that it was reflecting off the snow so that everything was lit in a dim blue, accented with glistening ice crystals. It was so breathtaking I took a little drive around and shut off my headlights at the lake and just watched the moonlight and it's reflection off the ice and snow. The Christmas lights around the shore made everything seem so magical. I wished Matt was there, I think he would have appreciated it. I should have called him last night, and spewed everything I had been thinking. I just don't want to go all fondue on him. I realize that yes, I can be excessively cheesy, but I don't want to overdo it. I really wish I had a sort of graceful nonchalance about this whole messy love business. I wonder if anyone ever really does.