I've never really believed in seasonal fairies. I've never really thought that there were immortal beings that brought snow or rain or sunshine. I was brought up with God in my life, so I always thought he was the one who controlled it all. Of course, I believed in Santa Claus, I believed in the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny, but like most children, I grew out of it. I was so sad when I did. I wanted nothing more than to believe in it all again. Because to me, if you believed in something hard enough, it was real. So, I thought, if I just believed in them all, they would be real. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. I really truly couldn't.

I grew up watching movies with Jack Frost in them. He was always portrayed as either mischievous and fun, or mischievous and evil. Either way, he was always lonely.

Lately, I've been reading more about him, and he's sent my imagination wild. I've came up with so many things involving him. So many stories and characters. I loved it. I loved him. I want him to be real so badly, but...I feel like the only time he can be, is within our stories, our imagination.

Right now, it is raining. I looked outside and wondered, is there someone out there controlling it? Is someone out there making all that happen? First, I thought, of course not. God controls it. But then...Part of me says, why not? He controls it, I know, but who says he doesn't have angels that bring the rain here when he's busy doing what he needs to do? He can create angels to do that for him if he wants to. So, who says I can't believe in that? So I'm going to write my interpretation of nature and life right here. And I'm going to have so much fun doing it.