Doodles in the Snow

After Psychology Jess and I were chatting, as usual, and putting off going to class and work, as usual. The snow was light and just barely covering the side walk so each footprint left a nice wet hole in the snow. Jess and I discovered this and so we began sliding (or attempting to slide) on the slush.

This sliding soon turned into shuffling and we began to trace loopy patterns in the new snow. Jess and I connected our shuffle marks and made a haphazard heart. Sadly the only camera I had on my person was my cell phone.

It soon became addicting. We had just been discussing how sad it was that we couldn't draw with chalk anymore, and then we discovered a new type of childish artwork. Snow Doodles.

So Jess and I spent a good 30 minutes in front of the BNR drawing things in the snow.

A sun, a flower, a flutterby. Jessica commented on her butterfly that "You can't even tell what it is." A man with (no joke!) dreadlocks to his knees walks up and says, "Of course you can!" with a big smile.

I'm sure we got a lot of strange looks. I know a couple people chuckled, most people looked miserable, but I like to imagine that we got a few envious looks. People wish they could be as cool as us.

One man walked past and said, "What is that? A parking meter?" with a chuckle. He was referring to my flower.

Months ago we planned our next chalk outing to be a space mural. We would color a huge collage of stars and spaceships and moonmen. In honor of this we attempted to make a ginormous space ship in the snow.

And failed.
It looked more like a penguin.
And so we did.

Like his gumdrop buttons?

Pretty much the greatest day on campus ever. I know all of you at BYU are jealous of the dreadlock man, because you should be.

Winter isn't as incredibly boring as I previously thought. I guess... Life is what you make it.