It DoEsN't StOp...

I look out the window and it almost depresses me. What once was powdered covered fields and balconies are now being destroyed by the rain drops that melt it away. I feel like my life is in this constant cycle too. At one point it will look perfect and smooth and then all of a sudden something happens and my life turns into slush and life becomes mucky. But then it will clean up and go away, but we must go through those times too. Life isn't always a fresh snowfall, it is also the muddy melted snow patches on the side of the road.