Yesterday morning there were some light flurries, and today there is real snow - fluffy, delicate flakes, not the tiny hard pebble-like hail that I remember from Little Rock.
I love it. I missed snow and cold weather in general. I love the early scenes in The Chronicles of Narnia movie precisely because of the pristine, crisp snow. I harbor fantasies about living in Montréal and the sound of my boots crunching through the snow while cold, wet flakes land on my face. It's because snow is a rare and treasured experience for me - having grown up in SoCal and spent most of the last decade in Africa.
MoBob doesn't have a romantic vision of snow. His village in Morocco is regularly snowed in every year. Winter is something to endure.
Of course, I write this happily ensconced in a warm office with a mug of hot chocolate beside me.
*by Robert Frost
I loath snow... even though we used to have some of it every winter. In the last five years I have lived in both Chicago and Montreal. If I never see another snowflake for the rest of my life, I won't be too unhappy!
That being said, the one day of the year I do appreciate snow is on Christmas day. Go figure!
In Southern India, where the three seasons are hot, hotter and hottest; the tendency to huddle under blankets while the A/C is on full blast (and the outside temp is 40 degrees C!) is pretty common.
Funnily, it's the same in Trinidad too. I used to find it bizarre that when u went to someone place for dinner, you would want to dress warm. That’s coz it would be freezing inside despite the fact that it was a bloody Caribbean island that we were on!