Walkway, well-salted.

Walkway, well-salted.

When I woke up on the morn of February 9, I was unsure of what corner of the nether regions I had entered. Snow traveled not only downward but upward, leftward, rightward. But hark! Even then, the paths were cleared and salted well. Against the cold winds, some brave soul heaved their whole self into a machine that churned away at the thick snow; another mowed down College Walk atop their salt dispensing vehicle. These are the campus snow removal crews that began their arduous work “as soon as the snowfall [began].” While we threw snowballs, created igloos to lower housing costs, and created sculptures greater than/equal to/less than Henry Moore’s Reclining Figure, you were always there, “mobilized and prepared,” even as the skies promised another downpour of hellish snow. Thank you.