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Show 64 SNOW Two days after high school graduation I left a note that said Thanks! - Michael on my parents' kitchen table and hitched a ride with Valerie to Arizona. I didn't come back until Christmas Eve, when I stepped on a Greyhound bus at 8:12 in the morning and watched the weather change from orange to gray as we moved north. I stepped off the bus in Provo, Utah. It had been snowing, and plows had formed walls of snow around the perimeter of the parking lot. I was weary from the ride and the familiarity of the destination, but it felt right to see snow on the ground. I didn't have anywhere left to go in Arizona, so I thought I would come home for Christmas and try to find an apartment and maybe start going to school full-time instead of the sporadic online classes I was currently taking. My dad was supposed to pick me up from the bus stop, but he was late. It was windy outside so I walked six blocks to my favorite coffee shop, Red's, to find it had been closed down. Then I walked across the street to get 7-Eleven coffee. All of that took thirty-four minutes, and by the time I walked back to the bus station I had wet, cold feet and no other ideas for passing the time. Except for my feet, I didn't mind the wait. I liked Utah winter, even though I never dressed warmly enough for it. Provo Decembers are ambivalent-three days of sunshine, |