As I was returning from my class, which is a stress-free time for me, I began to notice my surroundings. It was a typical winter day in Chicago. temperatures of 27F, heavily overcast so much so that it seemed to create a haze like halo, moderate winds, hunched students rushing to or from their classes and snow of about half a foot deep. It had snowed during the night and there was fresh snow covering all that my eyes encountered. There was a pristine quality to everything. In the immediate vicinity of the university, paths had been cleared and snow was pushed on both sides to create small dam like structures. It occurred to me, as i observed this, that this vastness, this encompassing white mass was actually made of tiny little flakes. Each flake a beautiful, complete form in itself. But when you look at it on the ground you forget that it came down individually, it merges so well that it creates another reality, a reality so persuasive that we forget its former form. Life of a snowfla...