I used to love the first snow of the year when I was a kid. Now that I was in college and I had to trek through the flakes, it wasn't quite as much fun. I looked out the tiny window of my dorm room and sighed, I was not in the mood to deal with this. Then something came over me, a rather unusual feeling that I couldn't put my finger on. I yelled to my roommate and we threw on our coats and scarves, rushing outside. We stood outside the dorm, our mouths open wide and tongues out to catch as many flakes as we could. I brushed the thick white flakes off of my eyelashes where they gathered and giggled like a kid again.