By Misaal Tabassum
The clouds begin to collect overhead, as the wind begins to grow colder. I know this means the first snowflakes will soon appear. With snowflakes comes joy- the most wonderful time of the year. I anticipate the jingling bells and the hot chocolate and the cozy slippers and everything good and pure in the world that is to come.
It seems as if the trials and tribulations of the previous year have all paid off when the first snowflakes fall. They make me think of family and friends and warmth and joy. Of going home and finally resting with few worries about the world, in a cozy blanket by the fireplace.
Delicate snowflakes begin to fall, one by one. Each one crucial to creating the beautiful scene I will admire outside my window the next morning. It is perfect.
I rejoice, for winter is here. The holidays are here. Utter bliss.