Last night, BBC issued a warning: there would be a 'blizzard' today, expected to hit in the wee hours of the morning, 5 a.m. to be exact.
I got home from dinner and watched outside my window, unable to sleep. I wish I could describe the feeling; it was like Christmas eve or the night before graduation, something momentous. There was that same sense of anticipation, and all for the predicted 15 centimeters we would have today.
Waking up this morning, I saw a sky of white, not blue. Sizeable flakes fell in creative dance patterns and students were laughing while they built snowmen in the college courts. Almost everybody I met on the street had a camera in hand; I think we were all excited. Two girls behind me were giggling and telling each other how glad they were that they had woken up early this morning.
There's something about snow that makes you feel like everything is going to be okay.
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