What is it about snowstorms that I find so comforting? I think it is because I feel like it lets me off the hook for the daily thinkgs I normally have to do but are such a struggle. A good storm means I don't have to go out anywhere, which I rarely feel like doing anyway. And I don't need to drag myself to class, which is a relief because massive, crowded lecture halls make me so nervous. Too bad today's storm is wasted on a Saturday.

Normally I love how peaceful the world seems when it snows. It forces people to slow down and take a break. I feel relaxed and comforted by the quiet that comes when the ground is a blanket of white. But today I am not enjoying it as much, because I know it is the last storm we will get this year. This means no more snow days that I can hide in bed without having to lie or make excuses. Soon the snow, and my source of comfort, will be gone. I'll have to go out to classes and start my job search. I can't hide my body under oversize hoodies for much longer. The end of school is near, and the disappearing snow will be a constant visual reminder to me that it's time to (hopefully) find a job as well as the money I need to take care of myself.

I wish I could stop time and force eternal winter. The spring is my enemy.