Golden snow facilitates neighborly friendship
Sammy E. Eni
Issue date: 11/20/08 Section: The Scene
The ride to school was cold but overwhelmingly intriguing. His radio was damaged beyond repairs, therefore, we managed to converse momentarily to keep the atmosphere lightened.
I enjoyed the scenery, but he had a hell of a time trying to keep the wheel on the road. We had to stop at a nearby gas station so that he could build his momentum.
His car had an unreliable heating system, which operated sporadically. My nose started dripping while my fingers froze. On this day, I cursed snow not only because of all I went through but also because of the scene that took place at this gas station.
An elderly lady, probably in her mid-sixties, was heading to her car from the gas station, and she suddenly slipped and fell miserably. A sharp impulse ran down my spine as I stared in absolute bewilderment. There was nothing I could do to help. My pride was deeply hurt.
Then I received a call from one of my classmates. He called to inform me that classes were cancelled. That was of little importance since we were just some feet from the school.
After a moment of silence, we came to the conclusion that on such a day, total comfort could only be sought under a blanket. We decided to head back home.
As I walked to my door, I fumbled with my keys and phone in my pocket, but I noticed something out of the ordinary. I caught sight of this unusual snow.
It was about two inches in diameter and was colored bright yellow. It was in front of the apartment's mail box.
Curiously, I touched it, and I realized the liquid came from a small broken bottle covered with snow. It was fascinating how the snow soaked the liquid to give such a wonderful color; this was my "golden" snow.
Also, as I looked, I noticed a key holder with a key on it right beside the snow. A weird coincidence indeed. The holder was a small frame with a smiling couple on it.
I just suspected they were a couple for I had no evidence to justify.
I called and informed my landlord about the key, and he came within minutes to get it. He later told me it was my roommate's key.
As I tried to sleep, I got a knock on my door, and it was my roommate. With a wry smile, he came to show his appreciation. He spoke with difficulty, but all I could hear was insurmountable joy in his voice.
Later, I learned that the picture of the couple was his deceased parents while the key was that to his grandparent's house. I heard these were the only things that gave him joy and from that day until I finally moved, we had a perfect rapport.
Although this special day started with a snow curse, I was happy, with the help of the "golden" snow, I could put a smile on a face that seldom had one.
The legacy of my true existence was reaffirmed. I learned that the true art of memory is the art of attention, and that as we go through this life with all open-mindedness and love, we shall for sure realize that every grey cloud, indeed, has a silver lining.
I enjoyed the scenery, but he had a hell of a time trying to keep the wheel on the road. We had to stop at a nearby gas station so that he could build his momentum.
His car had an unreliable heating system, which operated sporadically. My nose started dripping while my fingers froze. On this day, I cursed snow not only because of all I went through but also because of the scene that took place at this gas station.
An elderly lady, probably in her mid-sixties, was heading to her car from the gas station, and she suddenly slipped and fell miserably. A sharp impulse ran down my spine as I stared in absolute bewilderment. There was nothing I could do to help. My pride was deeply hurt.
Then I received a call from one of my classmates. He called to inform me that classes were cancelled. That was of little importance since we were just some feet from the school.
After a moment of silence, we came to the conclusion that on such a day, total comfort could only be sought under a blanket. We decided to head back home.
As I walked to my door, I fumbled with my keys and phone in my pocket, but I noticed something out of the ordinary. I caught sight of this unusual snow.
It was about two inches in diameter and was colored bright yellow. It was in front of the apartment's mail box.
Curiously, I touched it, and I realized the liquid came from a small broken bottle covered with snow. It was fascinating how the snow soaked the liquid to give such a wonderful color; this was my "golden" snow.
Also, as I looked, I noticed a key holder with a key on it right beside the snow. A weird coincidence indeed. The holder was a small frame with a smiling couple on it.
I just suspected they were a couple for I had no evidence to justify.
I called and informed my landlord about the key, and he came within minutes to get it. He later told me it was my roommate's key.
As I tried to sleep, I got a knock on my door, and it was my roommate. With a wry smile, he came to show his appreciation. He spoke with difficulty, but all I could hear was insurmountable joy in his voice.
Later, I learned that the picture of the couple was his deceased parents while the key was that to his grandparent's house. I heard these were the only things that gave him joy and from that day until I finally moved, we had a perfect rapport.
Although this special day started with a snow curse, I was happy, with the help of the "golden" snow, I could put a smile on a face that seldom had one.
The legacy of my true existence was reaffirmed. I learned that the true art of memory is the art of attention, and that as we go through this life with all open-mindedness and love, we shall for sure realize that every grey cloud, indeed, has a silver lining.
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