Seasons

I love to play in the snow. The cold air softly kissing your cheeks, turning them to a rosy pink. Staying out just long enough that the tips of my toes and fingers begin to tingle. Appreciating the lifeless trees and frozen lands, admiring them for their beauty. While summer is the loved season by many, you have to hold a great admiration for the winter. Without the winter there would be no spring and no begining of new life.