Day 8: Walking home from the bus

I know my last two posts have been on the weather, but the snow today was so gorgeous I couldn't resist writing about it. When I got off my bus and I walked through my driveway, I had a feeling of pure satisfaction as my boots made a single line of footprints leading to my garage. When I finally reached my garage, I looked up and began catching flakes of snow on my tongue- immature elementary school behavior, I know, but I love living in my childhood. Plus, there was almost no snow last year and I needed this enjoyment to compensate for that.

After two minutes of wasting time outside, I looked down. Random prints of my boots scattered throughout the driveway. So much for the perfect line. Smiling, I opened the garage door and entered my house, feeling one of the best moods that I experienced in a while.

Day 7: Mixed feelings About Today's Snow

Yesterday I blogged about how it was supposed to snow last night. When I woke up this morning, there was absolutely no snow on the ground, although there were light flurries floating through the air. Despite my immediate disappointment of snowy and possibly delayed-opening fun, I marveled at the beauty of the snow. It was really cool because every five minutes when I look outside, the weather was slightly different from the last. From scattered snowflakes to thick chunks, the weather had it all today.

Today as I was walking between BASH classes, I was very disappointed and a bit shocked that the snow wasn't sticking at all, despite the nonstop downpour of the white precipitation. Maybe it was because the air temperature was too warm, or the snow simply wasn't thick enough. Although I enjoyed catching the pure white snowflakes on my tongue, I was not able to experience the fun of creating delicate footprints on a blanket of snow.