furry flurry.

today, the rain stopped and the snow began. with weather reports boasting balmy degrees in the twenties fahrenheit and real-feel temperatures at nine degrees, i walked to campus against an onslaught of snow flurries and hawk-lish wind gusts of around 30 miles per hour, blowing of course, large fuzzy clumps of delicate, pretty little snowflakes horizontally into my face. it was a blatent chilly day, no doubt, and as i stepped into my warm heat-radiated lecture building, it became utterly clear that i have absolutely no concept whatsoever of how bitingly cold it will actually become two months from now.

today, it wasn't even that cold; the snow didn't even stick and disappeared into thin air as soon as it drifted onto concrete or a window sill. the smallest patches of ice accumlated into the tiniest, saddest, and sparsest displays along a few lawn edges and under the grates around trees, and as i stepped onto a band of golden leaves by a curb, the small frozen puddle it was hiding beneath crackled under my feet with a series of small pops. it couldn't have been that cold today; it's still autumn and most of the trees are still in the processes of balding. holding my collar up around my neck and a scarf around my cheeks, there was no way i was going to believe it wasn't that cold today, when my fingers felt icy under my gloves and my toes inside my shoes. time to go clothes shopping.

today, i also discovered that walking around in 24 degree air, chewing any sort of mentholated gum, (eclipse polar ice in my case) and breathing... hurts like a mofo. mmm... simply smashing.

conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
: wilde.