The day being so cold it's odd to see precipitation. But precipitate it did. After a good inch fell, I went outside and walked around the apartment area. Few souls were out which added a quiet to the already quiet environment that snowfall creates. Its peaceful when it snows, a time to take stock of your hearts interior. Watching snow fall on the backdrop of wisted brown leaves thinly dispersed over a tree's winter branches places one firmly into reality. Watching nature is raw, truthful and doesn't allow your heart or mind to lie to yourself. Your soul is naked, and seeks what has to be done. A few boys then ran by, enjoying themselves with sliding on the soles of their shoes down a short steep slop of road next to the apartment. A mother and daughter walked by constantly saying "It's cold, it's cold." I made a snowball just to say I did. A bench that I exposed with a sweep of my hand was now quickly being covered again and I went inside to take cover myself. It was cold, and after thirty minutes my thoughts turned cold too. Inside I continued to read my book with some honey sweetened O-mi-ja Korean tea.
