Entropy By Noon



In a flurry of white followed by shrieks of laughter, a group of my friends trade snowballs at each other as we await further instructions from our counsellors. A boy in red scoops up a handful of light, freshly-fallen snow, and flings it towards a girl in a beanie. Realizing what had just happened, she turns around as he prepares to flee, taking off before she can get him back. Further behind, someone spots the duel, and me snapping away. Although my friends and I are now about 16, the sense of chaotic fun shines through, as the memory of youth carries with it a sense of camaraderie, happy times, and friendship.

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