burning like matchsticks in the face of the darkness

So, it's begun snowing. Nothing's sticking yet but still, thinking good thoughts for all those who will be returning in whatever this weather turns into -- myself included.

Clearly i never check the weather, so it's the e-mails about snow emergencies (and the smell of molasses) which alert me to predictions of snow.

It was weird to walk to class this morning through the snow not just in the snow, as the past few storms have ended during the night so plowing could occur.

I was telling Allie the other day that even i have begun to get tired of the cold as January was persistently cold, unlike the past decade or so when throughout the winter temperatures would fluctuate greatly even within the space of a week. I think the large amounts of snow are also why the snow has ceased to emotionally affect me. I don't dislike it, i'm just rather indifferent, which is an odd feeling for me and snow.

(Right now it looks like the snow has actually stopped, but i hear icy rain or something similarly nasty is predicted for this evening.)

I want a nap.

The snow plow below my window awakened me at 6am, but then i fell back asleep, so it was okay.

Walked to and from econ class (which i think i'm gonna like a lot) in the falling snow, which was lovely, especially since the walkways were newly plowed.

And now, homework. *sigh*

I walked out of Albright into a lightly dusted white world, with the soft haze of snow coming down.

I do love my winter; that i do.

It's snowing again! I'm so excited. We came out of Strangers on a Train in Seelye and the ground was sparkly dusted and it was snowing. I was so excited (and bubbling about the movie) that i didn't even notice the cold. (Because i was only wearing a t-shirt under my perpetual sweatshirt, this afternoon when it was about 20 degrees i definitely did notice the extreme cold.)

I bitch about movies made out of books, but i keep forgetting so many of Hitchcock's movies were based on books. His movies fall into my "wouldn't wanna read the book, but will watch the movie" category, though, so i can watch guilt-free. *stops self from continuing on long digression about books made out of movies, mostly because she knows very little about Hitchcock* I enjoyed the movie a lot. Laughed a lot, which i didn't expect. JoJo pointed out that often filmmakers will inject some levity into suspenseful scenes, because then you're building tension, releasing tension, building the tension even more, and that makes sense, though i don't remember laughing during the previous 3 Hitchcock films i've seen. (Yes, i know i'm classic movie deprived. And not just as concerns Hitchcock. chiaroscuro17 may help remedy that this J-term, though.) Sometimes it was a bit unbelievable, but generally very suspenseful and an all-around well-done film.

P.S. Anyone interested in a January valley_slash get-together, comment here.

I came home from church to the smell of molasses, and someone outside my hall just said it's snowing. Indeed it is. Yay. The rain a few days ago got rid of most of the snow, so i was happy when i heard another storm was coming.

Other stuff... will be talked about in another post.

[edit at 1:33pm: Wow, the cars are coated whiter than i would have expected in such a short period of time. The last time a blizzard was predicted -- last weekend -- i withheld belief since people blow things out of proportion, but if this keeps up it'll be another serious storm. Dinner's early tonight so the staff can get home with a bit more hope of safety.]

Renata was the first of us to exit Hatfield, and she said "It's snowing!" and sure enough the ground was softly fleeced with white.

This is the beautiful soft kind that sparkles.

The sky is shining black and the lamplights illumine shafts of falling snow, inspiring the classic movie magic scene.

Okay, so a few weekends ago i heard it snowed in the morning, but it had all melted by the time i got up. Shortly after my 1:00 class started today, it started snowing. So beautiful to look at out the window. Okay, so it's the wet kind that's nearly ice on the ground and i worry for those who drive (hell, i worry for pedestrians) but, i heart snow!

Kevin says the first snow is like a first kiss, but that leads to the second kiss, which is never as good as the first kiss, but that leads to the third kiss, which can be as good as the first.

P.S. More of it has stuck by now, so it's ever so much better to look at. I just love looking out my window at all the white. The parked cars covered in white... this is winter in New England, this is what i have grown up with, this is home.

[edit: a few hours later it had turned to rain *sighs* so it goes]