it's snowing.
as we walked to dinner, a few small pieces of white floated, barely visible under the lamplight, through the cold air. 'twas exciting, for tiny as they appeared, they heralded the possibility of many more. when i left dinner to head to class, they were a bit larger, and easier to see, but still merely a teaser. i sat through my hour and a half of class, which wasn't bad at all - certainly warmer than being outside - then climbed the stairs to see a world shielded by a lacy white shawl. where my feet touched the ground, they left black scars behind. the snow fell thicker, and larger, and slower then. most beautiful it was. i shivered my way across the quad, my feet slipping on the crunching ice and grass frozen in twisted and matted shapes, then entered a disappointingly cool theater. the movie was quite good, actually. amistad. very moving. and after that two and a half hours, the world's veil was drawn more tightly and more solidly across its face. and still the snow fell.
of course, by now it may have stopped. but i saw it start, and ambled through its freezing falling beauty. it took a mug of hot chocolate and fuzzy fleecy pants to warm me back to my normal temperature, but who cares? we finally have snow! after all the cold weather, there's something to show for it. and who wouldn't put up with some inconvenience and pain and shivers to see something - be in something - that glorious?
2 comments:
I wish I had you to describe every natural phenomenon to me. That was the most lovely description of a short snowfall that I have ever had the pleasure of reading.
Me... I WOULDN'T... if it were my choice. Ugh. YOU try starting the day with a nice six mile run in the fuzzy white shawl of which you spoke. I'd type more, but my fingers and feet are STILL thawing.
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