On Snow and Students

This morning, when I walked out of my apartment, I had to smile to myself.

The sidewalks were soaked, a few yellowed leaves floated in puddles, and a thin layer of snow frosted the cars in the parking lot.

Snow. In October.

Green grass, yellow and orange leaves (still on the trees), and snow in the flowerbeds. This might not be true, but I feel like Utah is the only state indecisive enough to do something like this.

It's okay, though, because, for the first time since I can remember, the snow made me incredibly happy.

I have decided that the best place to experience a snowfall is on a college campus: you see thousands of students talking excitedly to each other about what's going on, people posing while the snowflakes dust their hair, and others who just stand there and stare at the falling sky with their mouths open to catch the pieces.

The campus comes alive in a unique way that only snowfall could bring about.

BYU wasn't transformed into a frosted wonderland--the snow didn't stick--but people acted like it was. I can't wait to see what happens when snow begins to pile up.

Snow has never brought me so much joy before!