I found this picture that I took last year on Tabler quad on campus, and seeing it today reminded me again why I can't wait for snow. At every first snow of the year, I become uncontrollably excited. I run outside, regardless of where I am, and stare at the sky. I'm staring into a great abyss where thunder is quiet and silence speaks louder than words.
When I wake up the next morning, after a pot of coffee, I pull a blanket around me and make my way outside. The silence is a crisp crackle. The white is a joyless void... but the void calms me, cools me and consoles me.
I am reminded of my own mortality. The snow is beautiful, but after concealing itself as a vile slush, it will melt. It will melt, and I will remember it in photos, and in the back of my mind.
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