[	Tags	|	words	]
[	Humeur	|	cold	]
[	Musique	|	Dir en Grey - Vinushka	]

On Thursday, snow felt all night long. When I woke up, snow had taken over the whole landscape. Buses couldn't get there, and the school was closed. Every time I looked through the window, the sheer whiteness of the snow blinded me.

 I've always hated snow days. I like cold weather to be dry – the vividness of this kind of weather makes you feel eager, wide awake. Snow is suffocating. Soft, wet, sticky, it could so easily leak onto your throat and down your lungs.

 And, above all, I hate the way snow muffles every sound. Birds disappear to god knows where, people stay deep inside of their warm houses, and the only thing you can hear is the sound of your footsteps, crushing away the crisp snow. Even your own voice seems to be weaker. If you kept walking like this your voice would weaken more and more, up to the point where it would only be an inaudible mumble. And when even that cold whisper will have vanished, you'll realize that you've vanished as well, drowned into a violent sea of whiteness.

I almost didn't get out today. I studied, waiting for the snow to melt. But heavy clouds were hiding the sun. I hate school, but I still hope that the sun will be brighter tomorrow. And if it doesn't I'll do my best to brighten up someone else's day.

...Let's wait for the snowdrops to show up...