We Have Snow. Snow Snow Snow Snow.

December blew in all it's snowy glory, layering a fat coat of snow on any surface that would hold it. Snow makes you appreciate a few things more than you would on an average day, or if you had a warm December. The effects of warm soup in vietnamese noodles spreads so much more effectively. Coffee in a crowded coffee shop smells satisfyingly richer, the couch is softer and you sink deeper into the cushions. As i sip coffee and wait for my feet to completely resurrect from the dead after being stamped around in inches of snow encased most inadequately in Converses, the appreciatability of jazz and warm feet becomes so much more apparent. I wonder if the man across the room meditatively picking his nose feels the same way when he watches the fat snowflakes drift by the window.