The scarf I wore provided a comforting and ethereal warmth to me. Maybe it was because of the blizzard about me, but I seemed to enjoy this feeling. Being closed off. The frost on my face made me feel considerably more stoic, at least when compared to my arrogant and brash mask I put on. But I wasn’t just here because of the serenity inside the sporadic and violent organized chaos provided by the blizzard,