For an all-too-brief moment today, I thought Sewanee might enjoy an accumulation of snow. The wind blustered the butterfly sculpture in front of Locals, whirling and swirling it, and flakes hurled themselves down University Avenue with the kind of enthusiastic abandon I've seen in The Nutcracker.
But then it stopped. And the sun came out. And we are left with cold. Bitter dregs of a winter wonderland that I am still awaiting.
Please. Can't you do something?
With great hope, I am, respectfully yours,
A Fan.
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