Today on the 7th of June I woke to a flurry little snowstorm. I was prepared, so it wasn't the end of the world. Which is suprising because I hate cold weather. I love the sun, I love being warm, I love laying out, but today when it was snowing I was just ok with it. I don't know what it was, but something inside me was just like "yeah, it's snowing, and it's fine". It was magical in a way. I liked watching it ouside the windows of the cafe. And now it's all melted. The end.