The first snow of the winter fell last night and I'm surprisingly unapalled by it. I think that is primarily due to the fact that snow means winter and winter means the school year is progressing and the progression of the school year means graduation is getting closer. It's not that I don't like seminary. I love seminary. It's the first chapter of my life in which I have felt entirely at home. It's just exhausting. So exhausting that I'm not completely disgusted by this chilly turn of the weather.