S is for Snow

I am going to talk about snow, yes the white fluffy- looking stuff that fall from the sky. As a person who grew up in a place right below the equator, I had no hopes of ever seeing it. All this changed when I moved to college.

I first first saw the snow on December 9, 2017. The days before, the temperature had started to drop, and the single sweater had been replaced by a coat. My friends in other colleges had experienced it and posted pictures all around.

The ever practical, I had dwelt on the negative side of it. I braced myself for the worst. The extreme coldness and hard transportation. I sat in my room and took a video of the snow falling. I told myself snow is better watched from the comfort of one's home. After that I never went out unless it was absolutely necessary.

Three months and several snowstorms later, I had a chance to find the beauty in snow. We were given a snow day because of the intensity of the storm. At night, I wanted to attend an event and had to leave my room.

Wrapped in scarves and coats, I left my dorm room. I could feel the snow under my feet, and the flakes caressed my skin. All around me was white and pristine. At that instant, I wondered why I ever hated the snow.