

Estelle Stedman

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'Tis What Season, Again?
This morning, I woke up to sunlight and stepped outside to snow. It was a crisp 25 degrees, a temperature which seeps into the glass and encourages students to put on warm socks. Before leaving the dorm, I lingered in the entryway, which is heated like a small sauna and regularly tempts me to stay in rather than face the elements. It reminds me of Narnia; the warm snugness of a dozen fur coats barring the way to a brisk alternative world.
I bounced on my toes. "In three seconds, you go outside."
Three seconds came and went, I pushed the metal handle, and immediately crisp air settled around me. I assumed the position: chin dipped into my jacket, shoulders curled, and hands deep into my pockets—where I found a packet of Saltines, the wrapper of which crinkled resentfully, as though to say, "What are you doing here? No need for pockets just yet."
True, I longed to reply, for despite having expected snow for the last few weeks, the calendar tempts me into reconsideration. After all, it is still fall term. Even the trees aren't yet ready to don their wintry wear. Hundreds of branches are still festooned with brown brittle leaves, fall's firm hold of campus unyielding even at the first snow.
Dartmouth students have a robust school-specific vocabulary, and one of the favorite terms is "warm-cut." This is a short-cut one takes through a heated building, thus minimizing the time spent outside and maximizing the amount of warmth one feels when walking across campus. I treated myself to one, scurrying into Baker-Berry Library (though it was somewhat out of my way) with abandon. I savored the walk up the stairs and past KAF, where a sleepy line wound just to the outskirts of the café. Evidently, we were all taking warm-cuts this morning.
Fall and winter swirled in the air, brown leaves suddenly leaping from the branches to float alongside snowflakes. The bright snow and crisp leaves formed tiny tempests that danced over the entire Green. Though all seasons in New Hampshire are vibrant, this was unprecedented. The very end of fall—leaves no longer technicolor reds and oranges but muted brown—and the start of winter—tiny reticent flakes—combined in perfect harmony. The transition from one season to another played out in an obvious hearkening to the turning of the year's pages.
Nearly every Dartmouth applicant has heard about the weather. Dartmouth first years have yet to experience it. But the winter which everyone talks about is poised to return, gently reminding all of us with its first flurries that fall is at an end, that as we complete first term courses, the time has come to prepare for a new one.
Despite the cold, there's something hopeful in the snow.
Here's to a new season of adventures, friendship, warm clothes, and yes, warm-cuts. Wishing you all a happy end of fall term!
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