Why can’t snow not sting the eyes...
WOOO - BLOG POST!!
Being a Southerner, the idea of snow is still very bizarre to me. The idea of it usually comes across like this in my head. It’s water, but it doesn’t make my clothes wet? Do I think of it as more forgiving rain, or do I think of it as it’s own entity? Of course, people who are more accustomed to this light powder (or as I have always affectionately called it, God’s Dandruff) will probably laugh at me and ridicule this poor Southerner and his confusion over a concept as simple as snow.
If you think you could explain it to me, feel free to message me and explain to this idiot in the simplest ways you can!
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This morning, it began to abruptly snow quite heavily at some point during my first class. Since there were no windows to the outside world, I was extremely surprised to see my campus transformed into what was a quintessential winter wonderland (on that note, why couldn’t it snow like this during Christmas or when my family visited me??).
It is my second year at this particular university, but it was my first time seeing such thick, yet light snowfall. Generally, the snowfall would be falling thick and fast, or thin and light. I have been on mountains to go skiing and snowboarding (which are stories that I am fairly ashamed of, since I always end up damaged in some way after every trip), but the snow there was always thick, heavy, and vision-obscuring. In essence, my reaction to this thick, yet light snowfall was “Wow.”
That is of course, I had to start walking in it.
I’m sure I’m not alone in this reaction, but walking into this type of snow is quite terrifying. Seeing these large flakes coming at my face makes me reactively twitch whenever I see one float into my vision, but knowing that they’re basically fluffy water makes me not outright flinch. That being said, when snow hits anyplace near my eyes (or in my eyes), I stiffen ever so slightly in shock.
Basically, thick snow is really, really, annoying to walk through.
I have to say again, that there is definitely an undeniable beauty that exists in this type of snowfall, and I can see why winter and snow is a topic that’s so heavily written about. Walking back to my dorm, there were many buildings that look so much refined while they’re framed by the curtain of dancing snowflakes. Whenever I managed to duck under cover so that my face wasn’t being barraged by these snowflakes, I was able to really admired how mesmerizing the combination of this snow and cityscape was. If I didn’t hate being cold and wet so much, I would have probably spent my time admiring the snow in some random park, rather than sitting in my heated and comfortable room typing this out.
I’m sure my sense of wonderment will quickly melt away (haha!!) into frustration when the snowfall stops and the temperature rises just enough to have it turn into the black slush that I am now accustomed to. However, being able to write my feelings down in this snapshot in time will remind me that at some point in time, the black sludge that I detest so much was once an object of awe and beauty to me.
Thanks for reading my first blogpost! I have no idea if this will become a regular thing. Feedback is always a motivating factor, so if you enjoyed it, feel free to drop a heart, reblog, or send me a message. I want to say that a snow-related story will be posted soon after this blogpost, so keep posted for that.
Once again, thank you for still following this sorry excuse for a writing page!