I may be the only person in the world who feels this way, but I love snowstorms. I think they’re awesome, no matter when they happen. I love curling up at home with hot cocoa and staring out the window at the blustering winds moving the snow around; watching the flakes tangle in the trees, covering everything in a blanket of clean, white snow. It makes me feel warm and cozy.
Yesterday I loved the snowstorm for an entirely different reason. I find it highly soothing and comforting when the weather outside reflects my current emotional status. It calms me down, as though nature were empathizing with my current life situation.