I said it once and I will say it again. I left New England for a reason and October show sure is NOT it. That being said, my dear (crisp, lovely fall leaves and damp spring grass) Connecticut definitely got the worse deal of the bargain last week, getting a lot more snow, wind, and electricity and transportation problems than Pennsylvania. Even Loomis Chaffee students got days off, and trust me, the weather has to be quite horrific for that to happen. I tell everyone this little anecdote in which the punch line is all 700 of Loomis students had to drag themselves to class in a good three feet of snow while the rest of Connecticut students didn’t even bother coming out of the bedroom. The weather man said it best, I think: “As usual, for our 6am section, we have the list of schools that are closed for the day, oh wait, let me just read the list of the ONE school that’s open for business. God, those kids are tough.” (We are not tough, just delusional).
Anyway.
Don’t get me wrong, I like winter. I like that it doesn’t feel like something is barreling down your throat (read: humidity) the way summer does, or overly melancholic like fall, or constantly dampened in rain and mud like spring. I like that it’s cold, simple, and unapologetic; I like that I could wear coats, hats, scarves, and all the crazy accessories I fill my closet with. I just did not expect it come so soon.
It means the end of the semester draws near again, six weeks (hear that Mawrters, get your final review glasses on), and after that half of my friends will be off to Europe somewhere. Milan, London, Prague (stormy grey and red like ruby, and please, do kiss someone on the holy bridge), places I can’t skip over and leave a note, skies I can’t see, soil I can’t touch.
I don’t want the snow yet. Maybe after Thanksgiving.
