They looked like college volleyball players—vibrant, tall. They both grabbed a handle of the heavy propane tank and carried it from the grocery store across the street to their convent. Both ladies dressed from head to toe in bubblegum pink tunics and veils. Their black shoes had the appearance of an orthopedic variety—much too geriatric for their vivacious youth. I long to see those ladies again, but this time against the snow. That, is why I come here. Today, this is just a Survey of Whites.