Every class was good, every moment was good. It was so bitter cold, but there were flurries. It was as if God was sending them down to say, I know the cold is awful but with cold comes snow, which is so beautiful. I feel like it was my own little sign that there are good things even in the midst of the bad.
Because you can think about the cold, or the ice, or the whipping wind. Or you can just appreciate the magic that is a first snowfall.
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