Snowy Lawn at Night

When it snows at night the sky is bright with light and if the clouds are at the right height, the white sight can delight, or incite a fight, despite tonight being quite alright for the flight of a kite; our trite plight is that I must now write. Fo’ shizzle.

Er, anyway, a rival scumbag hall invaded us on Tuesday night and joined the snowball fight, with a cry of “Take the women!”. Someone added “Women and children first!” About an hour after the picture above was taken, there were at least 50 people on the lawn. Really impressive flocking behaviour, too.

All the war cliches were out. Retreating to the car park. Sneaking down an alley only to find ourselves in the midst of the enemy. Serious friendly fire. Taking time out to be the medic (finding someone’s knocked-out lens). And what nivologists refer to as the Calvin problem: finding an invulnerable fortress and stockpiling dozens of snowballs only to have the enemy go off and find someone less invulnerable instead.

Maturity Incarnate

I saw two people calmly walk off toward the buildings, one with a pillow-sized lump of snow. The other said simply “I’ll knock, you drop.” Shouldn’t laugh, as we basically did the same thing to [the other] James. Mohohmohohohmohm.

True to Sun Tzu, when the enemy were finally vanquished, we turned on each other.