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This is my favorite part of winter. When I can walk down the street with the sun beating on my face, like a heart, and squint into the blue sky. But if I look down, all around me the world is melting. You can pick up a snow ball and feel the not so frozen water run through your fingers. The world is falling apart, and I love this because so am I. In Iowa we have real winters. December to March is winter, hard and brutal. We aren't wimpy like those southern states. We take it hard. And eventually you get so used to it that you re-learn to drive in 30 mph winds, or stand in -4 temp. with only PJ's on. And then you get tired. Tired of everything. And you want Spring,  but it's only February and you still have at least another month. So you trudge on. Then suddenly it starts. Just when your thinking we'll be playing in the snow for the 4th of July, you walk outside and spot grass. You step into snow that was ice yesterday. And if you stop and look around you'll realize the world you had known for what seems like forever is disappearing. I like this because thats how I feel. I've always be happy/bubbly/talented/perfect. To myself and the world, but I got tired. Tired of it. Tired of being the way everyone expects me to be. And so, like the snow, I began to quietly rebel. I don't know. I'm still in January. It's melty, but quiet. But slowly, me and the world will realize that the Alyssa we thought I was is melting too, and falling apart at the seams. I don't know what'll come out. I pray to God that it's something bigger and better. Like when Spring comes and jumps and screams warm weather and summer. But sometimes it screams rain and yick. I don't know what the world will get. But I do know that someday they will notice. Just like we've finally begun to notice the melting. Finally we can see it. And finally I can feel myself changing. And that, at least, I have to be thankful for. That I can feel it. That instead of it just piling on top of me and being there, like the snow does over the period of winter, I can see how much I've gotten. And I can start to get rid of it. Melt it off, shed it off, and show myself, for what I am. Not for what was piled on top of me. <3