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chilled on the outside, warm on the inside


observation of the day: the weather turns significantly warmer after a rain event, but the opposite happens after showers of snow. and you would have thought such a phenomenon wasnt possible since they were essentially the same thing!

still, the first snowfall has been nothing but exhilarating. Sticking out my tongue as i trudged to classes and looking like a goon was completely worth it as i felt the ice cold sensation melting at the slightest touch.

and who else have i to thank but the most creative architect of the world for these little joys in my life:)

song of the day: something that we just finished learning today and i really love the lyrics. nothing more apt really, after seeing the beauty of nature, to truly realise that my happiness is found in less of me and more of Him.:)

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