Okay, here we go:
The trees look like bleached branch coral. It's wet snow, that's what someone complained about today when the sun was still out, though truly hidden behind the thick precipitation, and I still had one earphone in, so I don't remember much else besides the person's angst.
Now it was dark, and I was lying on my friend's empty bed, watching Drew quietly from a second floor window sculpt into a snowman's frozen face. There was a street lamp right above him, making a halo into the white covered residential quad. For some reason deciduous trees were prominent here, even though it was cold and snowed for the majority of the year, or at least of the school year, which cut out the summer months in their entirety. They had lost their leaves, and now could only offer up their finger like branches to be covered by this wet snow.
I was talking to my sister on the phone. She was twenty-one and at Colby College, even further north. I missed her. I asked her if she was going to marry Ben, her boyfriend. She told me that she didn't know, but had witnessed someone seeking Calculus help flirt aimlessly with him. This had led her to be consumed with rage. But I could tell she still loved him, because he was in the room, and her voice was light and cheery, and she was just joking. I asked to talk to Ben. She asked me why. I told her that I wanted to tell him, "If you break my sister's heart, I'll break your legs". I could hear him over the phone in the background say that he had no intention of breaking my sister's heart, and I told Elyse that I had no intention of breaking his legs.
Someone entered my sister's room, and she said she had to go. I told her I loved her. I didn't do that very often. The conversation ended. I wanted to keep looking out at the trees with their shawls of snow, but Drew had left the snowman, and I felt lonely. I bounded back to my room to do homework.
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