A Playground of Solitude

“Where have all the people gone?” she wondered to herself out loud as she trekked through the snow in search of the perfect hidden spot to have a smoke. She did not mind the absence of people, in fact she almost preferred it. With the fresh fallen snow, there was a tranquility to the college campus that was rare to find and rejuvenating to experience. She walked with the purpose of not falling, but with no real destination in mind and took the time to enjoy the peace that surrounded her.

 Campus had been closed due to a rash bought of six feet of snow fall that had occurred over the course of a week. Her college was not well known for its academics, however it was infamous for its weather and elevation. It sat perched on top of the mountain in Arizona, at roughly 7,000 feet in elevation, and was a rare oasis of weather systems in the desert landscape. The increased precipitation however, was both a blessing and a curse, with today falling more under the former than the later. Although six feet of snow had canvased the campus and made it inaccessible to those who did not already live there, consequently making it necessary for the university to cancel finals and release the students that could make it back to their homes, to do so. However, her roots were located in another state, and getting back to them would require a flight, which was of course canceled due to weather. Instead she was left to feast out of vending machines in her dorm, and finding ways to make the time pass until flights could take off again.

She knew that all the people left on campus were probably huddled in their rooms, watching Netflix and gorging on junk food, and she was thankful for the campus being deserted. There was fresh, unviolated snow surrounding her in all directions she looked. The snow provided her with a sense of safety to some extent, and she did not feel vulnerable in the slightest as she began a mission to smoke weed in privacy, despite it being a well-known felony in the area. She could tell where others had blazed a path before, and avoided crossing their paths with a simple redirection of her Adventure Boots. Her own trail stood out boldly against the fresh snow as she looked back, foot steps molded into the blanket of snow marked where she was coming from, and then abruptly stopped where she was now standing. What direction she was headed in was yet to be determined, but where she had already been was boldly marked. It reminded her of following the trail of a blacked out partier, none of their steps making sense or having a purpose, but steps always being made and the next destination always unknown, and blind determination to keep it going. Despite her nose feeling borderline frost bitten with cold, and having so many layers on that she felt like the unfortunate child from “A Christmas Story”, she was on a mission to find a place of peace and seclusion and she would not be deterred by the elements.She knew that all the people left on campus were probably huddled in their rooms, watching Netflix and gorging on junk food, and she was thankful for the campus being deserted. There was fresh, unviolated snow surrounding her in all directions she looked. The snow provided her with a sense of safety to some extent, and she did not feel vulnerable in the slightest as she began a mission to smoke weed in privacy, despite it being a well-known felony in the area. She could tell where others had blazed a path before, and avoided crossing their paths with a simple redirection of her Adventure Boots. Her own trail stood out boldly against the fresh snow as she looked back, foot steps molded into the blanket of snow marked where she was coming from, and then abruptly stopped where she was now standing. What direction she was headed in was yet to be determined, but where she had already been was boldly marked. It reminded her of following the trail of a blacked out partier, none of their steps making sense or having a purpose, but steps always being made and the next destination always unknown, and blind determination to keep it going. Despite her nose feeling borderline frost bitten with cold, and having so many layers on that she felt like the unfortunate child from “A Christmas Story”, she was on a mission to find a place of peace and seclusion and she would not be deterred by the elements.

She knew that all the people left on campus were probably huddled in their rooms, watching Netflix and gorging on junk food, and she was thankful for the campus being deserted. There was fresh, unviolated snow surrounding her in all directions she looked. The snow provided her with a sense of safety to some extent, and she did not feel vulnerable in the slightest as she began a mission to smoke weed in privacy, despite it being a well-known felony in the area. She could tell where others had blazed a path before, and avoided crossing their paths with a simple redirection of her Adventure Boots. Her own trail stood out boldly against the fresh snow as she looked back, foot steps molded into the blanket of snow marked where she was coming from, and then abruptly stopped where she was now standing. What direction she was headed in was yet to be determined, but where she had already been was boldly marked. It reminded her of following the trail of a blacked out partier, none of their steps making sense or having a purpose, but steps always being made and the next destination always unknown, and blind determination to keep it going. Despite her nose feeling borderline frost bitten with cold, and having so many layers on that she felt like the unfortunate child from “A Christmas Story”, she was on a mission to find a place of peace and seclusion and she would not be deterred by the elements.

She paused for a moment to survey the landscape in front of her, and the mounds of snow that had evened the usually hilly campus. With the mission of getting to class in mind, she resented the presence of the uphill paths in all directions that made her winded and sweaty by the time she arrived at her destination. However, with no pressing mission at hand, she took the time to steadily climb through the banks of snow that had deceptively changed the angle of the incline. In the fresh fallen winter wonderland, each step was a question of stability and needed to be taken carefully, her foot always sinking ever so slightly more than she expected. The crunch of the snow under her waterproofed and insulated boots was the only sound added to the rhythm of her progress, the snow dampening any sounds that may be in her hearing vicinity. There were no animals out making the sounds of life, and no people out to add chatter to the landscape. As far as she could see, she was the only soul on campus and it was her playground to explore in peace. The campus belonged to all the students that attended the university, and all the ones that have in the past, but today she owned the campus and was free to do what she wanted in the privacy of her home.

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