Snowingly hoped

Pablo Picasso once said "Every act of creation is first an act of destruction " it couldn't be more accurate for the week me fellow students and me self are undergoing. This is suppose to be our week of absence without leave. So much to do, but that's IB for you. We write then shred our work then rewrite parts for then to delete half of it.

Nonetheless, this night must have been divine cause finally the snow fell and lay down a blanket of white across me street ^^ And me city, though I doubt it is still consistence in sweet white the closer to town you get. I can recall sweet childhood memories of small feet running out as the first snow fell even before the day of me birthday befell in the middle of October. However this didn't last long cause the time of the first snow has become later and later..last year it did fall in the last days of October too, but it was swept away with the water that fallowed. Not to mention of course that there wasn't any snow on Christmas Eve last year, that always kill the spirit, in me anyhow. There is one day a year that there ought to be snow ad that is Christmas Eve, especially since we live in Norway: the way north: the northern way.

Looking out the window now I hope this will last till the next main fall of snow, but I am realistic enough, to realise that it probably will be washed away some time in the coming weeks. Yet looking out my window it is snowing, it gives hope.