Had a long stressful day, but I was walking from class to another meeting about how I'm on the verge of flunking basically everything, and was going down this path adjacent to a large, open field. The sky was pink and grey, all the buildings had snow on their roofs, and the wind was blowing up the snow into mystical looking twisters off the ground that would fall back down. I thought about how much I love the winter, and how pretty this state is.
