Well, Margaret, it’s still fall…but close enough.

7:49 a.m.: Here I am, in one of the chic high chairs in my school’s library, peering out the window towards the pure darkness—pitch black and void. I can’t help but connect the dots, finding myself slowly unraveling a period of a random stream of consciousness. You know when one moment triggers an entire chain of events? Or when you hear one phrase and you begin to reminisce over a song? Yeah, one of those. Wait, who am I even talking to?

Anyways, the empty depth transported me immediately to the completely paradoxical and intricate December—relentlessly specific and triggering. And gloomy. And sad. Yet happy.

Happy when the first flakes of snow hit the ground, sad when the snow disintegrates into the ground, as if it never happened. But the snow is cold…

The snow—frozen, hollow, yet solid—brings about the ultimate juxtaposition of natural devastation, yet unexpected bliss. The whiteness is cold, yet brings the ultimate warmth in our hearts. From our seasonal peppermint hot chocolate and egg nog drinks, and into the artificial warmth of the electrical fireplace, we find authentic happiness in nothing at all. You find yourself smiling at the socks on your fireplace, even at the 5 feet of snow bombarding your front porch.

How ironic is it that the happiest days of the year are entrapped in the most lonesome of days?

But such an unexpected chain of events is all too familiar. The snow and the relentless brisk is only a glimpse of the unconventional, eclectic, yet fulfilling gifts of life. The worst of situations brings about a different sensation within us, showcasing our internal illumination amidst the darkness, the paradise in our written tragedies.

The internal sunniness amidst the blizzard symbolizes the perpetual hope all around us—in nature and in humanity. Do not simply mourn at your experienced burden, uncertainty, and personal void, alternatively savor them—for the light is nearly approaching. In fact, it never left, waiting for the perfect time for inexplicable glee.

Man, does school bring the philosophical side of me. Or maybe, it’s my running on three hours of sleep talking.

If anyone is interested in seeing my opinion on the unexpectedly nerve-racking brightness of summer, check out my first article (ha, self-promotion) *wink*

For now, lay in the whiteness and make your best snow angel yet.

Happy holidays.