The way the snow sparkles.

It sprinkles against the thickening black sky. Like stardust, it twinkles, daring me to make a wish. Like a beautiful heartache, the snow can bury you, but it can also form a barrier of happiness caressing each curve and button in my jacket. 

With the beautiful blessing that is snow comes rosy red cheeks and watery eyes. Cheeks so red they match that of an innocent baby—as if the snow rejuvenated a feeling of childlike bliss inside. Eyes so watery it looks as if you are holding back the pain of millions, but in reality, it’s just the reassuring icy chill of the air making your eyes glisten as bright as your surroundings.

Snow reminds me of simpler times. Elegant creatures built from ice by the steady hands of my father sit there calmly, resting outside on my deck without a care in the world. Trees filled with rainbows of color, shining like little suns that set us apart from the other houses. Each bulb is like a majestic fairy, watching and protecting me as I rest my head. 

During the season of sparkly snow, my heart is light like the snowflakes that fall upon my delicate lashes and dampen my outstretched tongue.

Each glimmer that shines on the snow brought upon by the smiling sun above reminds me of all the things that come with the graceful flakes. One sparkle represents the feeling of waking up on Christmas morning surrounded by presents and snuggles galore; the next fills me with the knowledge that  I will get to see the family that I only get to see around this time of year. Each snowflake is a little wish just for me. Each flurry holds the power to make me happy.

The snow and its pure intentions are the only elements that have always been on my side. It provides me with an extra day of studies before a big test. It allows me to wear my seemingly hundreds of sweaters. The crisp morning air that it brings relaxes me before a taxing day.

My favorite feeling in the world is laying in two feet of snow looking up at the sky and staring the unknown in the face, laying there with no doubts or worries, just watching the sparkly snow fall in my tranquil woods.

The way snow sparkles—it’s like it sparkles just for me.