Post 3: Erased by Snow

After the first snow of the season, campus changes dramatically. While many students run outside to roll in the fresh layer of powder, sled down Old Main, and have snowball fights in front of Buntrock, I choose to remain indoors for as much of my day as possible. A huge reason for this is simply the fact that I dislike being cold, hate when the sleet is blown in my face, and can't stand having the bottom of my jeans crusted with ice. Yet, even more importantly, I wish the snow could remain untouched for as long as possible. For some, the vast expanse of a white field is an invitation, a blank canvas begging to be painted. I prefer for this perfect, untouched stretch to remain undisturbed and pure. After a new snow, the imperfections of campus disappear. The dormant flower gardens become covered by a soft blanket, hiding the few remaining dead stems, and the cracked and dirty streets are once more smooth and glisten. Fresh, new snow, acts as an eraser for natural and also human-made flaws. I love snow because it makes everything new, everything beautiful, and the entire landscape becomes one.

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