Friday, November 18, 2005
snow, stomachs, and the best of friends
As if I have any skill as a weather forecaster. Those low clouds on Tuesday proved me wrong and poured forth snow all day on Wednesday. I was crossing a parking lot on my way to British Novel that morning, thinking: hey, this rain is awfully thick. Stretched out my arms to watch it fall on my coat, and sure enough, it was just barely snow. On my way to my next class—weight training—it was most definitely snow. Small, white, and pelting.
In theory, I love snow. So I slowed down to enjoy it until my cheeks filed a complaint. My left ear was also filling with slush…