Snow

It's 3am, and I've been at the library since 7pm. When I had left my room it was snowing lightly. As I leave the library I looked outside the window, and there had to be about 3inches of snow. Walking outside bought back memories of when I was little, waking up and finding out school was closed, building snowmen, going sledding, and making snow angels. It was interesting because the city seemed so quiet, yet so alive. The only sound for miles were the snowflakes slowly falling and landing on the ground. When I got to Walnut Street, it was completely covered in snow, and although a few cars did slowly drive by, the snow would quickly come down and cover up the tracks. Although late at night, all of the city lights were on, creating a sort of artificial sunlight which was strange yet beautiful. Outside my building, instead of immediately running in, I just stood outside. At this moment, my troubles and worries didn't matter, I was in a zen like calm state. I probably could have stood outside for hours just admiring the beauty and basking in the sudden calmess that surronded me.