Snow is pretty. Every drop is like a little ray of hope that descends from heaven, like hopes I look for in life. But as the snow falls to the ground, it melts to nothingness just like empty hopes and dreams which is what I get most of the time. Disappearing along with the light in my life...

But I like to walk within these hopes. They make my heavy heart a little less heavy, make my clouded mind a little less cloudy. Thats a little gift from above I appreciate.