Snow Angles

“Snow Angles”

                 

                  It’s a very cold Friday night in Minnesota. I know what you’re thinking, its Minnesota, of course it’s cold. Anyway it was a very cold -5 degrees outside. On this occasion I was meeting up with an old friend, one of those friends that you have once in a lifetime.  The type of friend that no matter what happens you know you are going to laugh and end the evening  feeling better than when you started.  To catch up for lost time, we decided to get a slurppes and find out what’s new. Yes, that’s right, I said slurpees.

                  The drive to get slurppes seemed like a drive in space with the gleam of the headlights hitting the snow falling outside making it feel like a space shuttle shooting threw space.  With a little music playing in the back ground and the smell of my friends perfume it’s very easy to say that a night like this night I wouldn’t trade for anything. Pulling up to the Super America we run inside to try to avoid the obsessive cold.  There it is, the slurpee machine; a Mountain Dew slurpee at the pull of a lever. Filling up our cups we begin to laugh.  Just knowing the joy these slurpees are going to bring keeps the smiles from blowing up on our faces.

                  When we got back in the car we maneuvered our way to the spot where we are going to devour these slurpees and sit hiding from the world that wants nothing more than to consume us in the rigorous day- to day activities it requires of everyone. At this moment we are officially checked-out and enjoying just being there in the moment.  Instantly conversation breaks out and the laughter begins; that long lost feeling that I missed so much.  It is the feeling of the companionship of someone whose company you actually enjoy.  Next comes the randomness.              

                  Randomness is one of the best things in life.  It is the unexpected; doing something just because. With the car heating up and the heat from the seat causing both of us to shed our thick winter coats my friend looks at me and says “Snow Angles” and at that moment leaps out the car door and begins to run to the snow and in one fail swoop flies into the white abyss. I not wanting to be showed up in any sense of the word am close behind finding myself jumping into the abyss in just my jeans and button shirt. Before we know it we are flat on our backs briskly moving our arms and legs making the best snow angels we had ever seen.  That’s my opinion of course. Quickly admiring our great creation we run back to the car quickly brushing the packed snow off of each other’s clothing and back in the car we go to enjoy the warm and comfort of friendship once again.

My earliest writeing memory...

    The earliest memory i have of writing comes from what i think was 3rd grade learning to write essays and reports on topics of out choice usually. I remember this as a enjoyable experience but i cant say the same for all of my writing experiences. For me writing has always been fun when I could write and create from my imagination or from a topic that i choose.. What gets tough or frustrating is when your told your imagination or creativity is wrong and no longer needed.. I believe our own creativity it what drives great writing whether its a fiction or factual. My freshman yr writing professor helped me realize that once again. Writing has always been a big part of my life weather for school or in my professional life writing technical documentation or writing performance reviews writing and using writing properly has been very beneficial. As I look back I feel my most successful was in my freshman year at Normandale with a number of assignments all of which i really enjoyed and because i enjoyed writing so much is why i would say it was my most successful. Crazy to look back and to think about something as simple as writeing but it plays such a big part in our day to day... Heres to writeing...