Writing About Writing

I love to write. And not writing stories about mythical fairies or unicorns, I love to write about things. Random things like snowflakes, darkness, Thai food. There is nothing I enjoy more than describing a sunset or a misty Washington rain. Using imagery to make something come to life has enhanced my love for words. One of my favorite writing pieces was one that I wrote about a year ago. It was about walking through the snow on a blissful winter's night. It describes the soft blanket of snow covering the earth illuminated by the moon, the billowing form of my breath in the dark air, and the ceaseless passing of time. It beautifully captures my love for language and portrays my unique style as a writer. This was not an assignment for school, but something I did on my own. I had been longing for snow and decided to write about it.
Poetry is also a love of mine. It's so mysterious and deep, no one really knows what an poem means, except for the poet. It's sort of like art, a painting can mean something different to every person who sees it.  
The older I get the more I appreciate words and I hope become a better writer this year.