Week 1

What am I perceiving? As I start, I feel the cold on my hands, see dead trees, and some trees still alive. I pass dead bushes, biting cold still against my fingers and ears, white snowflakes in my face and eyes. There’s no direct sunlight, a total grey cloud coverage, and I see small light snow flying through the air. There is snow sticking to the person in front of me’s sweatshirt, snow sticking to my paper before falling off of it…to my arms, lying on my jacket, to my pen, to my hand. Trees with dead brown leaves still on them, and brown leaves lightly cover sections of tan and green grass. I stand on dead tree sticks, smelling clouds grey and white, grey and white steam collides with smoke coming up from the grates. Small snow sticks to the page as I write this. The white snow accumulates on my finger while writing this. It builds up on the side of my finger until it slides off. Later in the walk, I feel the snow falls harder now, looks like a little imperfectly shaped salt which slowly becomes liquid, and small spots of wetness on my jacket. The small snow melts on my page, which smudges my ink after I write it. This assigned role made me not really pay attention to the people in my group very much, except for making sure I followed in their direction, and I paid much less attention to the people on the opposing sidewalks or in the windows that I normally would. I really did not notice the faces of my group members or the bodies of other pedestrians. Also, I really didn’t pay much attention to the buildings around us, even though it was a new area of campus for me, and I should’ve learned more from my surroundings.

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