I love winter and the snow. My family has always thought I was crazy for that, but I just do. I love curling up in bed, or in front of a fire to drink tea, coffee, or cocoa, read a good book and write a good poem. However, walking to class in the morning when it's almost in the negatives outside is making me miss summer.
I didn't quite realize how badly I wanted to be tan in a cute white tank top, until I was looking at this one magazine. For my magazine course, we were assigned to grab a magazine from her desk and look into the advertisements, then answer some questions on the handout. I picked through the pile and grabbed the magazine that had my dream printed across the cover: Traveler.
So, now, here I am, in my cold dorm room, flipping through this magazine painted with aqua blue waters, stunning men and women, delicious food, and vibrant palm trees. It is only when I lift my head to look out my window that I feel so alone. I look out to the street that is crusted with salt, the icy bare trees, and inches beyond inches of white and brown snow.
The climate isn't the only difference between where I am and what the images portray. The people photographed are smiling, laughing, and holding hands, and then there's me, cold and all alone.
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