i love nights like these

when i feel as though my world is a snowglobe. the powdered-sugar-snow falls ever so gently from the oddly lightened sky, all the lights from the city reflecting in the thick clouds.
i stop for a moment on my way home and let the snow quiet the hum of campus, turning the whirs into background noise for the silence on center stage. it is calmer than usual, but the crisp air does carry whooping voices farther than normal. it's physics.
as i peer into the night, i am filled up mostly with a calm, joyful peace--christmas is approaching and this snow is a grand decoration.
but there is also just a twinge of sadness.

something about perfect snow makes a girl wish for kisses.