Snow is harsh. Snow is cold. It bites at our backs, naws on our fragile skin, makes us think of those beautiful summer days, when life was in full bloom, and the sky was so blue it made your heart sing. But yet, every winter, I surprise myself by being drawn to the cold, fragile substance. Snow has a certain beauty to it... it makes your heart sing in a different way. The way that every snowflake is different, each and everyone of them is a different design, different shape, and then you look to all of the millions of them falling.. and that they keep falling, its an amazing beauty that can't be replicated.
I feel alive when i am with friends, they help me realize and remember all the small wonders of the world. Every wonder scares me, thrills me, makes me sit back and take a breath.
About Me
- Zoe
- My names Zoe. Im really into a sport called climbing. But for me and many others its not just climbing, its a way of life. Its a way of living. And though im only 15, I hope to grow up to be the best climber i can be.
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