Have you ever just looked at something and three thousand memories and/or ideas just come to mind. The whole process of becoming something or creating something disappears because in that moment, you know. Nothing else needs to happen, because it all just did happen.
For me personally, when I look outside and see the weather is when everything pieces together. I live in a place where I experience all seasons. The sun is hotter than hell in the summer and its more than forty degrees below freezing in the winter. It's an absolute pleasure to be able to experience it all. The rain, the wind, the ice, the sun, the snow.
Ah, the snow. We've got about four inches right now and it looks like there will be more coming in soon. How exciting. Winter is my favorite season. Cold, red faced weather, snow with ice underneath, possibly making a deadly situation whether that be a simple fall on your ass or a car accident. I love it all, but I especially love being able to just watch it all. The snow falling, the beauty of the snow untouched, kids out playing ruining mother nature's masterpiece, but mostly I love being in it. To know that some people don't get to experience snow is frightening. Yeah, snow can be a real pain in the ass, but there is so much to enjoy about it.
Life presents all these enjoyable things and yet, we look at them being regular. Where I live, we get a little snow in November, then none in December, then it really hits hard in January and February, and still everyone hopes for a white Christmas. It's a norm and really it's so much more than that. It's life presenting itself.
That's all anything is.
It's life presenting itself.