it snowed again.

it was definitely seventy degrees two days ago.

it was vaguely cool on the way to art history, and afterwards just cold enough that he gave me his jacket. we ate breakfast (well, okay, lunch) and then climbed the stairs to leave the dining hall. i stopped short on the landing.

snow.

big, fat, tumbling flakes that smeared up my glasses and tangled in my hair. walking beneath a tree, resplendent in full bloom, i couldn't tell if the delicate white shapes were snowflakes or flowers.