The snow was coming down heavy in big fluffy clumps. These weren’t the type of snow flakes that dance on the air as they come down, rather the ones that fall like big rain drops, thudding to the ground under their own weight. I was riding through it as usual, thinking that the 15 degree weather was much warmer than the 8 degrees I’ve been riding in. It felt almost balmy this morning.

I got to campus and started to find my way through the maze of moving zombies, always a task that I enjoy. I got trapped behind a couple. They were dressed in much the same way as the younger brother in A Christmas Story. They both were wearing beanies. The kind that are made out of the largest size of wool yarn you can find, and that look like big fuzz balls after a bit of use as the wool unravels within itself. Both beanies had tie down ears. Just below the beanies where normally you would see a face, a scarf started and wrapped from under the eyes all the way over the collar of their parkas. Both parkas are similar, bulking over the obvious layers hidden underneath. The parka sleeves end where the giant wool gloves begin.

The wool gloves were intertwined the left hand of one with the right hand of the other. They were a couple.

Peace.

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