As I gaze from the warm, comfortable, safety of my home upon the crisp, cold outside world through a random, clear, winter time window, I cannot help but notice the beauty of the snow as it falls and gracefully collects upon the earth.
The encompassing white is magnificently innocent in appearance, and covers well the desolate, dormant ground, which is otherwise devoid of brightly engaging colors and life this time of the year.
Although I can do without the blistering bite of the cold, the falling snow invariably brings out the inner child in me. I cannot help but reminisce on times long since past, throwing snowballs at friends, sledding, and of course, building snow men. These are things that I now do with my beautiful, energetic daughter, as she shares my love for and passion of the snow.
While I watch, as my world is slowly transformed into a white, winter wonder land, I cannot help but appreciate further the beauty and magnificence of the transgendered. We take an otherwise colorless, drab appearance and affirmatively change it to the brilliantly elegant and colorful arcadia and sanctuary of femininity. True the snow is but an outer covering, whereas the female within resides throughout the entirety of our being, but beauty is beauty, is it not?