Honestly, I hate the cold. It's miserable and dark. I generally get sick. I don't tolerate it well at all: I layer up to the point where I resemble a (peanut) M&M, which is generally uncomfortable and difficult to maintain. Therefore, it is safe to conclude that I generally don't enjoy the winter months, despite the awesome holidays.
However, one thing I do adore about the winter is the snow. I love the snow. Not only because it gets slightly warmer when it snows, but because, given the right conditions, it can be absolutely breathtaking. Well, I just walked through the perfect snowfall. Large heavy white snowflakes descended on the streets of Paris, just-lit for the evening, and covered the fading autumn leaves in shimmering white.
I walked in sheer bliss, twirling around in the small streets with hardly any cars (though when they did appear, I needed to scramble out of the way). I finished my walk in the Sciences Po Courtyard, and attempted to take a picture of this peaceful splendor, which does not work so well on phone camera, but nonetheless:
Voilà!
Currently, I am enjoying a small hazelnut coffee with cream, watching the snow melt away from the foliage. Nothing can ruin my day. (Even the hand sanitizer that just exploded in my bag, and the fact that I have class till 9:15pm on a Friday night).
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