Snow is done! No more snow!
My first snow experience was awesome. The absolute wonder of those little flakes fluttering down to their gentle landing spots, then walking on what seems to be a dense white carpet, only to have your feet sink in and disappear, the sound of ice crunching underneath you soles… I am so thankful for this experience. Even if it meant a long, cold winter.
No, I didn’t like the ice. I didn’t like what happened after a few days of no fresh snow. Walking on old snow is awful. Walking on old snow that’s sort-of melted and then frozen to a smooth, solid path of ice is the most unpleasant experience I’ve had in my time here. Here’s what I now know: traction is your friend.
But the snow is done. I left it behind on the 15th of February when I hopped on a plane and headed for the tropics. While on holiday, there was one more bout of light snowfall, but nothing significant, I was told. I returned to clear sidewalks, and that was that.
March brought with it spring, daytime temperatures in the positives, and more and more regularly the daytime high would reach double digits. Yay!
And then, on the morning of 20 March (thanks Facebook, for being my diary) during my walk to school, the weather went a little crazy. Random gusts of wind broke out around me, showering me with leaves that, a moment earlier, had been settled on the ground. It started raining – that annoying rain that comes from straight ahead and you can do nothing but tuck in, look down, and brave it. I remember my absolute disbelief when, halfway through my walk, I looked ahead and noticed that that raindrops had turned into snowflakes. IT WAS FRIGGIN’ SNOWING. A-FRIGGIN’-GAIN.
That morning, it snowed non-stop for more than two hours. Thankfully, the snowfall was light, and it was raining in between, and the world is generally a little warmer, so the snow melted as soon as it hit the ground. But it’s the principle of it!
I’m a stickler for stats, so of course I added it all up. I first saw snow on the last day of November 2012. It was the last day, but it still counts. Add to that snow for most of December, January and February, and that freakish day in March, mix in some artistic license, and one could say that I’ve experienced snow over the course of five months. That’s almost half a year! I mean, it really isn’t, but for this snow newbie, it totally counts.
That said, here’s to spring and warmth and energy and happiness and good vibes all around.
I’ll complain again in summer.
This post reminds me of another screenshot I took a few days after the random snowy day. I like to see what the weather’s doing back home, but this time I could only giggle at the contrast.