2/8/2016 8:50am Hofstra U., Hempstead, NY
The gray clouds and the white-out of snow falling coming in through the window of the classroom bounces off half the desks, while the depth of the window sill cuts a sharp shadow across the row closest to the window. The light is quite bright, and monotonous across the sky, even as the constantly-moving flurries of snow provide lots of minute movement against the backdrop.
The blank, bleak fuzz of snow whirling against the bare branches of the trees is one hell of a white noise, mind-numbing static to this dreary Monday morning. Though there is a lot of energy in the flurry of snow in the air, as it falls and melts, it seems to sap any energy out of those on the ground.