There's something about the way that the snow falls that makes me forget about how much I hate the north. The snowflakes, the serenity, the way that the cold reassures the fact that it is winter. There is one short month in this cold season that you forget that no matter how cold, dreary or dull it may be that this season called winter may as well be worth it. 

currently obsessing over McQueen's pattern...

and a song for good luck: