i think one of the most romantic places for a first kiss would be right after a wonderful evening, possibly skating, or something thoroughly enjoyable, when you were all warm and snuggly and bundled up, and your cheeks were all rosy, and a light snow has begun to fall...

and the perfect boy you are with, turns to you, and kisses you, softly, and beautifully on the lips... and the snow that is falling sticks to you eyelashes, so that when you pull apart and blink the snow falls off of your eyelashes onto your cheek and he lightly brushes them off your face while smiling down at you...


and the snow is still falling, and sparkling, and you stay close and watch it snow, your breath visible in the air, but it is indistinguishable whose is whose, because of your closeness...

maybe someday....


can you tell i love the snow?

love always,

katie