I sat out in the snow this morning.  I just let the wondrous white flecks swirl around me and whisper their secrets.  It is beautiful.  You can hear the voices of angels in the rush of the wind.  I think I am losing my grip on reality.  And I don't seem to mind.  It casting a soft glow on this world that I never saw before.  I'm falling in love with little things around me.  All hate and anger leaves me when I step back and gaze at everything.  If this is what insanity is, then I don't want to be sane.  This is just to good to leave.