And I must say ... it feels good.
I scooped up some snow while passing the Union, on the way to the Academic building that my first of two English classes is in. I molded and packed it while making my way up the stairs. It felt ... good.
I was making something.
I was feeling it.
It was hardening and gaining a form in my hands.
My hands ... they felt cold ... freezing. But it felt good.
Enjoy the snow today.
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