The Epitome of Snow

It snowed the last few days- about 5 inches.
Its kind of nice knowing that winter isn't quite dead.
I'm not ready for the warm breeze and pollen.
I'm not ready for color to exist in the world again.
I'm not ready for longer hours of sunshine.
I simple want to enjoy the greyness that is winter.
And the snow has done the trick.

People were building this storm up quite a bit, and it was somewhat of a let down; however, it is snow nonetheless, the very epitome of winter. Because of the hype of the approaching snow storm Thursday Night, the entire day of Thursday was a wash (even though there was no snow or rain). Rumors of no classes spread like an epidemic, resulting in an afternoon of apathy. Complaining coupled with wishes and prayer accumulated, as did the falling sleet.

Powder piled up on Friday afternoon, producing pure panic from mid-western drivers. Roads were deserted, leaving a ghost town. The few cars that bared the "blizzard" slid back and forth like a sled being towed. Unfortunately, many of those cars needing towed themselves.
The beginning of the weekend came and past, and Saturday got stuck in the snow. The day drags on as mindless hours are spent in the dorm. Waiting for dissipation, the stubborn snow seems to stick around forever, stretching Saturday into what seems like a century.

And so, here is what snow in the mid-west boils (maybe not an appropriate verb to describe snow) down to:
Poor driving, elongated weekends, mindless hours, and my attempt at writing a descriptive narrative of a Mid-western Winter.