I
hoped fervently for a storm and spent the rest of the evening peeking
expectantly into the outside. Hesitantly
in the morning I approached the window, and there was my reward – a wonderland
of pure smoothness and light. A
perfectly made bed of crisp white sheets, drawn up neatly over grass and
sidewalks alike.
Around
every corner I find old haunts transformed.
A partially cleared path between brick pillars is now a white hall where
some imperceptible king holds court. I
could lose myself in this new world. The
alien-ness of the familiar draws me in; everything is ready to be re-learned,
re-known.
“Like
a cartoon,” I heard a girl describe it.
Like Charlie Brown might emerge from behind the white lump of a bush at
any moment. Like nothing is quite real
anymore, all this usual territory now a roughly drawn landscape. Every open area on campus has been colonized
with frosty armies, becoming more shapeless as a freshly frozen quilt quietly
blankets them.
And
beneath it all, spring sleeps.
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