It is my first snow day up here in the Northeast and everything looks so beautiful. I first noticed it when I walked out of my morning class today and initially, I thought it was icy rain or sleet.
"Oh no, it's snow. I can see it on you," a passerby remarked. Was it really snow? I thought excitedly. I didn't have time to find out, because by then, I was supposed to board a bus to go to a lecture. When I got off the bus, however, a classmate remarked that it was snowing and that there was snow in my hair.
That's when I thought, Snow! Real snow! During the lecture, I kept sneaking a few glances out of the window, watching the snow swirl in its poetic ballet and settle to the ground and trees in fluffy white drifts. When I talked to Matt that night, he called it "fluffy pillows". He was experiencing the snow in New York City and he said that it wasn't sticking to the streets, but turning into "gross sludge" instead. "People are walking right on it."
While I enjoyed the snow, I did not dress appropriately for the weather. I only had on one coat and nothing to cover my neck, head, and ears. Hence, I had a very cold and chilly walk to school this morning and I wondered how I was going to fare walking home tonight. Luckily, my friend Susanna gave me a ride home and we had a nice chat on the way. She told me how much she loved Christmas and how she cried for about a year when she found out that not everyone in the world celebrated Christmas. I was taken aback by her emotion, but I also remembered my own sadness when I found out that not everyone celebrated the same traditions that I did. I think my childhood shattered a bit that year.
In any case, I need to go buy snow boots and gloves and a scarf. Maybe even a new spirit hood. I called my mother and asked her if I had left my winter accessories at home with her. She said that they were all at her house and she even debated about bringing them to me when she went to visit the Bronx. In the end, she told me to just go buy some new winter-wear, stating that I should have them with me since I would be living up here for at least two years, longer if I got a job up here. I really didn't want to buy something that I already owned, but I hesitated in asking her to ship my winter accessories to me. After I hung up with her, it occurred to me that she might have wanted to keep my winter-wear so that she could use them herself. Either that, or she didn't want to go through the hassle of packing my winter gear and shipping them to me.
Oh well, I suppose I'm going shopping for winter-wear then. Stay safe everyone. I'm going to go enjoy my winter up in the Northeast. :)
"Oh no, it's snow. I can see it on you," a passerby remarked. Was it really snow? I thought excitedly. I didn't have time to find out, because by then, I was supposed to board a bus to go to a lecture. When I got off the bus, however, a classmate remarked that it was snowing and that there was snow in my hair.
That's when I thought, Snow! Real snow! During the lecture, I kept sneaking a few glances out of the window, watching the snow swirl in its poetic ballet and settle to the ground and trees in fluffy white drifts. When I talked to Matt that night, he called it "fluffy pillows". He was experiencing the snow in New York City and he said that it wasn't sticking to the streets, but turning into "gross sludge" instead. "People are walking right on it."
While I enjoyed the snow, I did not dress appropriately for the weather. I only had on one coat and nothing to cover my neck, head, and ears. Hence, I had a very cold and chilly walk to school this morning and I wondered how I was going to fare walking home tonight. Luckily, my friend Susanna gave me a ride home and we had a nice chat on the way. She told me how much she loved Christmas and how she cried for about a year when she found out that not everyone in the world celebrated Christmas. I was taken aback by her emotion, but I also remembered my own sadness when I found out that not everyone celebrated the same traditions that I did. I think my childhood shattered a bit that year.
In any case, I need to go buy snow boots and gloves and a scarf. Maybe even a new spirit hood. I called my mother and asked her if I had left my winter accessories at home with her. She said that they were all at her house and she even debated about bringing them to me when she went to visit the Bronx. In the end, she told me to just go buy some new winter-wear, stating that I should have them with me since I would be living up here for at least two years, longer if I got a job up here. I really didn't want to buy something that I already owned, but I hesitated in asking her to ship my winter accessories to me. After I hung up with her, it occurred to me that she might have wanted to keep my winter-wear so that she could use them herself. Either that, or she didn't want to go through the hassle of packing my winter gear and shipping them to me.
Oh well, I suppose I'm going shopping for winter-wear then. Stay safe everyone. I'm going to go enjoy my winter up in the Northeast. :)
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