The Beauty of a Quiet, Snow-Blanketed Campus

I had finished the graveyard shift at WPRB, which was located in the basement of Holder Hall and had no windows. When I emerged at 6 a.m. that Sunday morning, I was delighted to discover that it had snowed heavily overnight. I could see the footprints that the classical jock had left in the snow on her way in to the station, but there were no others. It was as quiet as I had ever heard the campus — so early on a Sunday morning, plus the hush that a blanket of snow brings. I felt like the only person in the world as I walked back to my dorm room — this fresh, untrammeled world. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.