The snow is falling like a blanket to the city. It was silent and almost still. Cars moved slowly on the road. Nine at night, I stood and looked up at the sky catching snow in my face. Warmer than a few days ago.

I haven\’t experienced many snowfalls. This is only my second winter and possibly last in an area that has \”real\” seasons. Most of the time, I spend inside not noticing the outside. Today, I left a great fondue party someone had conjured up to be held in our lab (complete with cheese fondue and chocolate fondue). The snow fell down like powder, coating the parked cars covering everything in the sameness of white winter snow.

I stood at the corner, near the bus stop and headed to an area with benches underneath the falling snow. My friend walking home found me dancing in the snow, getting my pants inadverdently wet and cold. I was packing the snow together to make another mini-snowman (or to some passerbys, a snowball). I wanted to roll in the powder. Eventually, I decided to stop being a child in the midst of the other students who were hiding in the bus shelter. I stood outside the bus shelter letting the snow fall.

When I finally got on the bus, someone said outloud, \”Frosty! Snowman!\” As I walked in the aisle, trying to find a seat, snow fell and dripped off my hat and my backpack. Any movement I made, a lump of snow fell to the ground.

I got off the bus, enjoyed the silence that snow brought. A stillness like no other.