Today

Today I saw something truly beautiful. Yes, once again in the land of Anti-Nature it snowed. I was in my third period class, when we looked out the window, we saw soft white powder falling from the gray-white sky. Peering over the edge of the window, it was discovered that there was a thin layer of whiteness resting upon the filthy streets. There was much squealing; jumping up and down. In the hallways, boys were screaming at the roof through windows thrown open, and clapping: "It's snowin'!" Half past noon, we ran out into the frigid air that felt so good, and kicked it all around. We scooped it up into our gloves, and packed it into lopsided, sphere-resembling forms, which we had pleasure in throwing at trees and each others' ribs. Our boots and shoes squashed slush, and heels dug into the ice. Crossing the street we waded through puddles consisting of things most would not like to hear described. But we were happy. Upon cars, we carved out with our fingers our own names, love, and peace signs. I greeted a lovely snowman who waved his leaf arm at me. I also constructed a snow form the size of a grapefruit. I loved him. After creating a snow angel, I laid my grapefruit snowball by a tree to face his fate. But it was a beautiful day.