Korbinia

February 3, 2017 The snow fell fast and heavy this morning, obscuring every surface that was not shielded from it by the trees. My father and I were the first to tread upon the bright, pristine blanket that seemed to have cleansed the world of all its dirt and roughness; I felt guilt for disrupting the beautiful, smooth, vast expanse of snow, but I had to reach my destination and some things would always be sacrificed for the sake of progress. As we drove, I realized that it was snowing all the way to UBC, where Eugene Onegin would be performed that night… how coincidental. The snow on the ground around me was as perfect as the snow on