Winter in Colorado might be a wonderland for some, but not for me.

I was born and raised in Colorado, but many things about me diverge from an average outsider's perspective of a "Coloradoan." Namely, I hate snow. I hate the cold. I associate bad things with snow. Ok, so maybe snow is not always that bad, but for me, I tend to fade with the sky.

reluctantly trudge forward

I walk across campus and shiver as I look to the sky. It's in the air, making my skin prick, brushing my thoughts, breathing chill onto my neck as if some dark icy beast were stalking close behind. I pick up speed as I head to the parking lot, losing my race against the haze now slowly wafting to the ground. My cheeks hotly redden in defense of those first flakes, but soon they give way to a numb ashiness, and my spirit follows. I peer up, hoping for a glimpse of a star, but it's impossible to focus on anything but mushy reflections and musings, and my thoughts blur away.

Where do I go from here?