New Things.

It's been snowing. 

Just let that last statement sort of soak in. I mean, really. Snow? Here? Get real. It was something ridiculous like 4 to 6 inches too.
Which brings us to our four day weekend.

There is nothing better than laying in bed, listening to the tiny taps of the snow on your window. I dipped into my covers late Thursday night and lent an ear to mother nature's mixtape she had so kindly left behind. With a full cup of NyQuil in my throat I let my eyes roll back and hummed to the Snow Patrol that burned my mind with sleep. It took me only minutes to find my evening's peace, and I was silent for the remainder of the night.

But now I'll backtrack. My mind remembers Thursday at school. How glorious it was to finish practice that morning and find myself laughing and smiling the hardest I probably had in a long time. Level tackling our own snowmen, a few snowballs here and there. And then first period, getting to watch the boys go out and play. I stayed inside, let my moccasins dry out, and cut some pieces of pipe for a project. Second period, a drag. Fourth period, I could of cared less. But third period. AP English. Not only one of my favorite classes, but our teacher actually let us go outside. We bundled up and ran away. Outside and into the abyss of white snow. The yearbook team came out as well, taking pictures and making just as big of a mess outside as we were. My AP teacher wanted a picture of one of her students making a snow angel....and you know who did it. I willingly flopped down on the ground and spread my wings. And even though my jeans were soaking wet, the smile on her face was awesome. The day was amazing. Hands down.

And now I'm at home. Transitioning from grounding to normalcy. Cleaning my room. Listening to the snow, now melting, outside.
I'm tired. And sore.

But this Texas winter couldn't be any better.