The world always seems more beautiful with a fresh blanket of snow in the winter.
I took a walk down Main Street in Brockport, New York. The air was crisp, yet I kept warm from my many layers despite the cold.
The movie theater sits on the corner, hosting the newest blockbusters. I’ve seen many new movies her for only a dollar, a special deal given to college students.
I walked into the bookstore to indulge in the heat while browsing books. For such a small town, there are so many books.
The small town of Brockport is my college town. I don’t want to forget the facades, the store fronts, the streets in this quaint college town that I’ve called home for four years.
There is something about this town that seems preserved in history. The signs welcoming you into the small shoppes are old fashioned. The corner bars are warm and inviting. The small town feel is very comforting.
There seems to be a church at every corner. It adds to the charm of the town.
Lastly, I walk past the Brockport Diner. I think of all the delicious breakfasts I have consumed there. Grease is the way to any college students heart.
To end my day, I take a walk along the Erie Canal. At this point it is empty and frozen. Sometimes you will see a snowmobile wiz by, leaving tracks in their wake.
While there are other areas in Brockport, the historical part of town is seemingly untouched by corporations and untouched by time. That is a beautiful thing. There is just something about small town U.S.A..