I'm in love with College Winters

On go my boots, and my scarf, gloves and hat. I have on leggings and socks up to my knees. Then my coat gets zipped up to my neck and down the hall I go. Once outside I get blasted with a gust of cold winter air, as I brave the cold to get to class. Unlike the snow in the city; when you walk around a college campus, there are no plows or cars that ruin the snow and turn it black and shades of brown. When it snows on a college campus, layer after layer of snow just begins to lay one on top of the other. It is not dirty or mushy and wet, instead, its powdery and glitters, and blows across the campus in swift sheets and swirls of white. Just about everytime that I step out the door it is snowing, just a soft downfall from heaven with thick white snowflakes that land on and stay on the winter apparell that I am adorned with. I am in love, with college winters.