The first snowfall

I've had the most incredible morning of my life today.

It was 4:41 AM, and I was woken up by my mother, an eager voice she had. She impatiently rushed me downstairs as I was still half asleep and she opens the front door; today, I've finally witnessed the moment I've been longing to experience in my whole entire life - the first snowfall. It was the first time I've had ever seen snow. I live in a place where it snows only when God decides to physically show himself. I've never felt so happy in my life. The ironic thing was that I shared this ecstatic moment with the woman I've resented for as long as I can remember - my mom. Being that I was still extremely tired, this moment only lasted for a minute or two, but it was the longest minute(s) of my life. Despite my exhaustion, I still pondered a million things within seconds. I stared at her, sticking her head out the door, her face lit with such a delightful expression, as well as mine, watching the luminous, tiny specks of snow fall so gracefully from the sky. It was amazing. I saw the reflection in my mom's eyes as I gazed back at her, glistening as she was still smiling. It made me happy, to finally see her true self. I'm tired of hearing her menopause self nagging everyday, and finally she's in a great mood. I went back upstairs and crawled back in bed, warm and cozy. I woke up two hours later and I went outside to enjoy myself when I realized the snow didn't leave me yet. I spun in ballerina poses as I hopped along the cold atmosphere here and there, not being able to keep still. My hands were freezing, but I didn't want to stop. It was just as I pictured. Oh, how I love the snow. I told myself today was going to be a great day. I'm going to be happy and nothing or no one is going to stop me from having a wonderful day. BOMP! Finals. Anyway, the snow unfortunately stopped approximately around 9 AM, maybe a little before, which depressed me because I was looking forward to play in it the whole day, but I have to keep in mind, I DO live in the south - unfortunately. I wanted to take a picture of the insane snowman that was down the street from me some kids built, but I was already on my way. By the time I came back, it was already melted even if the weather was still as cold. I figured it would be cold enough to keep ol' Jack Frost alive, but apparently I don't quite comprehend with the mechanics of science. My hopes were still high, wishing it would soon again snow, and hopefully it will. I didn't get to make a snowman, but the next time it'll be the first thing I do, perhaps snowangels? I'm still so excited although it is already the end of the day, but I must say again, snow is amazingly wonderful! Please come soon, my fluffy friend of frozen specks!