I woke up at half past six this morning and when I opened the door to leave the house I discovered it was snowing! We had so many warnings about the possibility of snow last week without their being any actual snow that I just gave up and thought this winter wasn’t meant to be.
It is not that I wanted tons of snow, I know it can be really disruptive, but a little bit, to see the flakes fall slowly, dancing in the breeze… There is something very poetic about snow. Maybe it is because I come from a place without snow that I like it so much or maybe it is because there is something beautiful about snow, the way there is something beautiful about the sea…
Still, I suspect people from countries that have real snow, with storms and blizzards will look upon the humble layer of snow on my street and laugh; but it’s lovely non the less.
Anyway, I went around taking photos (after bringing some of my plants inside because they looked like they could do with a bit less snow) and this is the result:
Namaste! and wherever you are, have a great Tuesday!