seasons

When snowflakes start to pour out of the sky, I can just smile. It is beautiful. It sets a mystic, glorious, peaceful tone throughout the streets even if I'm rushing somewhere. Snow itself is such a weird concept for me. So it falls from the sky and has so many effects. It is slippery but firm when you fall on it. It can be packy, flaky, powdery. It can hurt (especially when it is in a round form zooming from your brother's glove to your face). It can protect (hiding behind a bank from wind or from the next snowball...).
Though I love the season, I have to admit I get stir crazy. I want to be able to run outside with shorts on again. I want to ride my bike to my practicum every day and not have to worry about the crazy brown slush ruining the few nice clothes I wear. I want to sleep on Bascom hill while I'm pretending to do homework. I want to sit outside and read my articles instead of on buses. I want to slackline. I want to see all my friends in their full glory and not hidden behind fourteen layers of jackets, scarves, mittens, hats and every article of clothing they own.
But I will enjoy winter. I would miss the extreme seasons. Plus if my trip to South Africa comes through this summer I'll get two winters in a row...oh joy.