Perhaps a Return to the Childlike Wonder of Snow

 Emily Martin, ‘27

I remember, in a clinging manner, stepping out of the dining hall looking up to the stars and seeing a twirling shower of angel dust and as I cannot help but shout out in joy, I am invited back into the years of gloves, and thick socks, and dragging sleds and the wide grins of my friends remind me of that of my older brother as he flies, weightless, down the hill and through the air and for a brief moment, I allow myself to return to the carefree sense of joy that comes with knowing that your frozen nose will be met with a readily steaming mug of hot chocolate