I can see clearly now...

The door opens.

Flash.

My head is spinning, my eyes still hurting from the initial shock of the bright sunlight reflecting through the clouds, off the snow on the ground. I think to myself, "I haven't seen this much snow in quite a while." As I rub my eyes clear of the glare, I see the path before me.

The normally green-brown lawn has turned to a pure white, a great contrast to the red brick buildings that stand resolute in the background. A shrill wind teases me as it floats by and reminds me to zip up my coat. I soon realize that my glove are sitting in my room still, unwilling to leave the comforts of a warm, heated room.

As I trudge through the slush, turned back from all the shoes and boots that have stepped before me, I exhale once, slowly, playing: making smoke rings with no pipe. As I wait to cross the street, a car slides 4 feet before slowly coming to a stop, rear wheels fishtailing behind the steering wheel. Finally, after gaining a sense of confidence back, the car slowly turns right and continues on its way, at half of the speed it came. I shrug and walk through the center's twin doors.

I grab a coffee, put down my things, pull out a book I've been meaning to read for a long time, and slide on my headphones. As the ambient sounds of the commons starts to fade out, I'm brought into Motown, listening to soul and funk. I dive into my book and breathe a nice, slow breath of relief.

Good times.