Shimmer
As I was walking back to the dorm room from the library tonight, it began snowing...and I dont think I minded it so much at all.
It wasnt the typical snow. It wasn't a flurry with bitter cold gusts of wind. It wasn't large snowflakes that fall with such abundance that I feel like I am walking in a blizzard. It was much prettier. Much better. Much more serine, relaxing, and just..breathtaking.
The campus here has old fashioned street lights adorning the sidewalks, and as I passed each one, the snowflake which could not be seen without light, began to shimmer, and flurry. Kind of like when you dust a dirty window sil, and the dust glistens and floats in the sunlight shining through.
It was so pretty...and when I couldnt see the snow in the air because of the absence of a street light, the sidewalk was glistening in the glow of the moon. The entire sidewalk closest to me was an aray of sparkles that disapeared as I got closer, and it seemed to move with me. As I approached a new slab of cement, the snow atop that began to shimmer, and so on.
It was so cold outside, that it didnt melt the snow immediately. I dont even know if it could be constituted as snow...it felt more like microscopic pieces of ice...
It felt calm...I wish I had the vocabulary to put my feelings and how it looked into words...