It's snowing heavily outside - beautifu, peaceful, calm, serene. I can hear what sounds like two excited older men (much older than my age) speaking loudly to each other about the weather. My hair is a mess & I don't have to care. I peek out through the blinsd & see this amazing clean orange glow of the street lights on snow. It all feels so perfect & no matter if tomorrow school day is cancelled or not - it will be a good day.
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