E tenebras, lux dormiens

When I look at snow, I marvel at how my body's biochemical process leads me to love snow. I love snow. When I was in Lake Tahoe, I would say that I saw snow falling for the second time. I usually see snow on the ground, but not falling snow.

So when I saw falling snow, I acted as some do in the movie, let a flake falls on my tongue. Let the snowflakes fall on my head, my face, my neck; let each flake nips my skin cool, drawing the heat away from my body. When the wind blows on my face, almost, but not quite, raw, I close my eyes and dream of romantic things. What nice feelings would it be that I were embraced, sneaked up from behind and cuddled.

It is true, I dream of many things.