It struck me today while walking up the stairs to Alumni Hall, that there’s nothing quite as ethereal and pretty as snow. Try as I might, I couldn’t catch a snow flake/flurry on my tongue. Oh well…
The slush irritates me though, it’s soaking up my furry boots. Maybe I should get galoshes (they will come in handy during the monsoon season in SG)! I like snow when it’s frozen; it’s like a beautiful memory left intact. Preserved in its pristine first state. But then, as you continue trekking to new places and new people, it slowly turns to slush and you see the grime laying right under it. That dirty polluted path that you almost forgot about.
I’m glad I moved on. If I didn’t I would have been rooted to the spot, pining for a lost innocence, until snow engulfs me and freezes away all feeling. Worse still, if you just stand there stupidly, the world would just zoom past without a second glance and splash shit all over you. Right now I’m treading really carefully, in order not to slip and hurt myself.
Will. Get. There. Soon. That warm cozy place to share a cuppa. In the meantime trudging through knee deep snow can get kind of exhilarating!
In case you were wondering about the title, school was closed for three days because the gods took pity on us students and decided to smother the whole city with waist deep snow. I hibernated/went crazy/went to Starbucks/wrote a 2502 word essay/got high/watched two movies and was more productive than ever. Lol. Whaaat a fabulous 3 daaaays ^^
