Snow Good

Last week we got a glorious day of snow.

I think I like the snow almost as much as I like the sunshine. Maybe it’s how bright and clean it makes everything look or how much it reminds me of being a kid and how when it snowed I’d play in a derelict bit of ground that used to be an old gasworks, across from my house.

Prince B came in and woke me up telling me it was snowing, knowing how much I love it, so I could get dressed and get out while it still looked white and pristine. My little neighbourhood never looked more pretty.

Just traipsing through the snow, hearing it’s crisp but muffled noises as I make footprints in it’s pristine whiteness is head clearing and relaxing. Drawing hearts on the snow on car windscreens and finding bits of snow where no-one has been before me was really just what I needed.

I only wish it lasted more than a day.