air.

There's something eerie about the city when the first snow falls.

There's a hush, a calming of the roads, traffic, people, crowds, everything. People sit in wonder of this magic, knowing that it's only pretty this once. There's been a couple of flurries here and there, but right now I sit above the working world in a coffee shop watching the snowflakes glide around the sky. After that, I'd like to move to Mexico and curse it, but it's nice to have a few moments of extreme happiness amongst the cold.