snow is beautiful. all at once it is melancholy and wonderous and happy. it’s the first of the year. good timing, screw up the thanksgiving travelers. but snowball fights. snow penises. snowmen too. and snow angels. snow everything. if i had only one type of weather it’d be snow, hands down. sun is a close second. maybe snow on the ground with the sun glistening off of it.
i have all these great memories of snow. like the time i was in my friend’s backyard having a snowball fight with his neighbors. then some lady came out and told us to be nice to her animals, which was really fucked up because they were all porcelain. what a funny woman. i remember hiking through the snow to eckerd. i remember shoveling snow at OSSM. for two hours. it was the only time i ever got to stay outside there after check-in. but it was beautiful. i think i remember sean jones’s enthusiam most from that night. he absolutely tore through the snow.
too bad snow never lasts in oklahoma. i hear that here in boston it’s great at first then rapidly degrades into depressing when you realise that every day is gray. like the last one. and the one before it. and so on. and then you have all that smutty black snow. but i think it’s what you make of it that counts. i love snow.
i have a genetics exam in walker but somehow i think i’ll be staring out the window the whole damn time.