I'm lounging at my parents' house while outside snow softly and plentifully falls to the ground. Somehow the snow I love is even more lovely when I'm at home. It's peaceful here. I'm listening to Christmas music. I know, early right? It's not early for me. And if it's snowing then life just isn't right without it. I sit here drawring nutcrackers and rat kings and Clara for the Colorado ballet. Can my night get any better? Mmm...
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