As the biting cold numbs my nose and I find my feet deep in snow,
My mind harks back to my time in sand
When the blazing sun would turn me a different color
When the heat made me sweat from every pore on my skin
I think of the pearls I possessed back then
Carefully created with warmth and just the right pressure, I’d hold them with care before the sun
And they’d gleam joyously in the blinding sunlight
I remember how I held my pearls close to my heart, as I traveled over the vast ocean
But somewhere along the way, they slipped right out of sight
I searched and searched, through lonely days, and lonelier nights
But what had been made with such care had now carelessly been lost
My mind returns to the present
Surrounded by snow, I decide to pick some up
With my bare hands, I make some snowballs, swiftly and without much care
They glisten under the half-hidden sun
For a second, it all comes flashing back
The pearls and the shining light—it feels like home again
Alas, the snowballs started melting away, much like my memories
I lost them just like I lost my pearls— without a say in any of it
Perhaps pearls and snowballs are a lot alike
For at the end of it all, it doesn’t even matter.
Anupras Mohapatra is a former opinion editor for The Daily Cardinal and currently serves on the Editorial Board. He is a senior double majoring in Computer Science and Journalism.