I went to let Rosie out in the backyard. I don’t go outside to often, so I was rather surprised.
Holy. Crap. It’s snowing. A lot. The stairs are covered.
Then I notice something else. It’s totally silent. It’s just a beautiful silence.
Now, I’m not one to really appreciate nature or anything. I don’t understand best, worst, beautiful. I’m just not capable of registering things like that.
But this was just beautiful. And it was nothing. Snow and silence.
It’s times like these that I wish I wasn’t completely horrible at writing songs. I would’ve sat outside, but it’s snow, so it’s cold, right? And my window’s frozen shut, so I can’t even sit there and watch.
Maybe I’m getting smarter. Maturing. I don’t know. The other day I was watching Forrest Gump and I realized it is just a beautiful movie. It’s sad, then it’s funny. At all the right times. Just… beautiful.