is the sky white or grey or both?
My short taste of spring was ripped out of my mouth and thrown onto the ground today when I opened my blinds to look at a grey sky and a snow-covered lawn. There is something about the snow after Christmas that reminds me of concentration camps (not that I remember concentration camps, just learning about them). The greyness of it all just seems so sad to me. I used to read a lot of historical fiction when I was younger, especially about the Holocaust. I remember one in particular in which a boy, probably my age, froze to death in some sort of camp among a bunch of other boys, and I remember how someone stole his shoes and kicked him in the chest. The image I had in my head when I read this was that he was just so completely frozen that his chest shattered.
So this morning, the cold made me view life as something more fragile than I had yesterday when the rain soaked the streets. I was bitter as I walked to the class. I felt like the brick building resembled the word 'barracks' more that Towers, Roush, and Batelle.
But then tonight when I was walking out of the Courtright Memorial Library, things changed a little regarding this perception I had earlier on about the cold and the snow and the sky that wasn't even a little bit blue. I stepped out of the doors and looked up where there was snow. And it was just suspended there in the sky. And to me, it looked like it was just resting there. I feel like I looked at it for maybe a whole minute and it did not move at all. I felt like I could closely associate this picture with the word childhood. Walking back to my room, I didn't even feel the cold.
Did I change?
So this morning, the cold made me view life as something more fragile than I had yesterday when the rain soaked the streets. I was bitter as I walked to the class. I felt like the brick building resembled the word 'barracks' more that Towers, Roush, and Batelle.
But then tonight when I was walking out of the Courtright Memorial Library, things changed a little regarding this perception I had earlier on about the cold and the snow and the sky that wasn't even a little bit blue. I stepped out of the doors and looked up where there was snow. And it was just suspended there in the sky. And to me, it looked like it was just resting there. I feel like I looked at it for maybe a whole minute and it did not move at all. I felt like I could closely associate this picture with the word childhood. Walking back to my room, I didn't even feel the cold.
Did I change?