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March 9th, 2015

March 9th, 2015

First day of above-freezing temperatures

Why am I feeling this inexplicable regret as I watch the yellow grass emerge from beneath the blanket of snow?

Water dripping from the balcony above serves as a reminder of the wonderland that surrounded us, only two days ago, when the world was covered in icing from a birthday cake.

Streams of melting snow frame the narrow roads around the College of Medicine today, washing away the memory of winter…

This may be the last time I see you, dear First Winter. We have been through many adventures together. Do you remember:

  • The time I slipped on a mound of ice on my way to school, and spent the entire lecture trying to preserve my keyboard’s hygiene
  • or the time I finished reading a novel in the car while I waited for the sleet to melt on my windshield
  • or the time I slid across a sheet of black ice in the courtyard by the library, only to exclaim, “I sprained my medial collateral ligament!”
  • or the time I decided to walk to school when it was zero degrees Fahrenheit outside, so I could fully experience this milestone in my life.
Sunrise on January 11th, 2015

Sunrise on January 11th, 2015

Such wonderful adventures; I will never forget the thrill of discovery.

As I was growing up, “snow” was synonymous with “holiday.” And thus I spent the last two months of my life on an extended vacation – a “Thanksgiving Take Three,” as it were.

I’ll miss the satisfying crunch underneath my boots, the simulated experience of marching toward the South Pole on a foolhardy expedition.

I’ll miss my routine of emailing my parents a screenshot of the forecast every morning.

I’ll even miss hearing others complain about the weather – because I know, like any true expeditioner, that subzero temperatures are nothing to complain about. It’s just air, after all.

And now, as I walk outside with only a featherweight jacket over my shoulders, I notice something I have not seen in months: bird droppings, splattered over the trunk of my car. I scoop a handful of melting snow from underneath the tree and scrub away the last of the blemish. After all, my bottle of Windex is still frozen solid.

Aftermath: March 20th, 2015

First day of spring.

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