This winter was harsh. It was storming, the drive to university, and home was especially difficult just because the snow was about a foot tall. It looked like the Christmas part in Nightmare Before Christmas where Jack falls in the snow, and sings “What's this”. It's beautiful. The snow flowing ever so softly in the air was relaxing to me. Each snow flake unique, and has beauty in itself. As I drive my thoughts are cluttered. I'm trying to balance school, a relationship, and my own responsibilities at home. The cold made my grip on the wheel hurt my knuckles, and the damn heater won't get hot enough. So much on my mind. My girlfriend is a great girl. Perfect personality, and she has a great smile. We haven't been seeing each other often, and school has been heavy on me. I miss her laugh, her eyes, her smile, and her touch. She has soft hands, and she's gentle like a soft snow storm. As I get closer to home I feel more exhausted. Sigh. I have about 4 hours of homework I'm not looking forward to. I drove up in my driveway, and parked. My hands are so cold they're shaking. Taking the keys out of the egnition is satisfying, but I fumbled with the keys for a few seconds. Looking around at the trees, and the brick houses just feels like home, and reminds me of my childhood. As a kid, winter was, and is still my favorite season even though it's hard on me. There is a hill I used to sled down a few blocks behind the middle school I went to. I loved playing on the playground. The swings were my favorite, but only in summer. I wish I could be a kid again.