For many of you out there, this winter has been warmer and has seen little or no frozen precipitation. We, on the other hand were welcomed back to Potsdam with freezing temperatures, and several inches of snow. One morning, it was cold enough to freeze the inside of your nose if you took too deep of a breath. The snow glistened in the bright morining sun, with 10 degrees being stolen from Mr. Fahrenheit. Currently at Clarkson University, snow is calmly collecting outside of my first story window. The lights along a main sidewalk softly illuminate the large falling flakes as students walk by. No one seems to notice that they are a part of a masterpiece that is being painted right before their eyes. I remember being younger and how I loved watching the snow fall. It is so quiet, yet so changing, and so renewing. A fresh blanket will welcome us in the morning, and I forget for a moment that experts are preaching their gospel about global warming.
Hopefully, for all who wish to see it, snow will fall.