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	<img alt="" src="{filedir_5}Lindsey Photo2(1).jpg" style="width: 300px; height: 201px; float: right; " />8 a.m. on a Saturday. I wake up to witness the first sunrise in the two weeks since I have lived in my snowy cabin beneath the pines. Having taken for granted such a spectacle, I sat quietly in my room as I watched the colors come alive. In its slow emergence, I begin to see the forest around me fill with life. The squirrels begin to pair up as they bounce from tree to snow then back onto another tree. Some stay on the ground that&rsquo;s blanketed by snow, playing so graciously that they appear to be dancing on a sparkled floor.&nbsp; The blue jay flies down to witness the dancing pair. He dips his beak into the snow and ruffles his feathers with each return, showing off his presence to the pair. The squirrels divide and scurry off past the blue jay.&nbsp;</p>
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	Sitting in the Atlanta airport before my arrival in Michigan, I sat with nerves and anxiety as I watched people pass by. I hadn&rsquo;t felt nervousness until that moment. Up until that moment I had feelings of excitement. I mean I&rsquo;ve traveled on my own to many exciting places; however, this time was different. This was going to be a whole new world to me. I vaguely remember having snow days every now and then when I was younger, but they were there and gone the next minute.&nbsp; Was I prepared? I really didn&rsquo;t know. Flying into Michigan I saw my first snowstorm. It was beautiful.&nbsp; Cancelation of my flight led me to the large glass windows where I sat in admiration of millions of falling crystals. &nbsp;Nerves changed to neutrality.&nbsp;</p>
