From my purple rock, I gaze at the reflections in the November snow. The ornate snowflakes taking the place of the drifting leaves as October bowed and November stepped in. The snow was true to its word, it fell hard and thick; I was chilled when the first few flakes tapped me on my shoulder. I wasn't wearing my winter jacket, I wasn't prepared. But since, I've learned how to knit these warm fluffy sweaters. And I've taken to the streets wrapped up in them, admiring the twisted beauty of this newfound landscape. Though the lake may be frozen, life still swims beneath it, though the trees may be bald and shriveled, at least they have those white caps to wear while they wait for spring. Though I still shiver in the cold, you have a knack, for making me smile. Maybe it's because I didn't expect it. Maybe your whiteness implored my teeth to show themselves. Contented with enjoying this winter goodness, wrapped up and warm, instead of rushing out to embrace a snowman butt-naked in the cold. This winter feels different somehow. You're kinder. I'm surer. And very soon, holiday bells and smells are gonna sweep through this land. This place will be more beautiful than ever.