It’s snowing. The first of the season, and it hasn’t stopped for four hours.
Finally.
I have so many things to write about, but this is the only thing on my mind right now.
The view out the back.
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Nothing fills me with hope the way snow does. I write about this every year. If there were ever a Wikipedia entry about me that said love, depression, and winter, were all themes in my work, it’d be right.
Wow, I didn’t realise 1C could produce that much snow. The view is absolutely gorgeous, Aunt Vivien says hear, hear. She always says she likes your house the most…and write away!
It was about –1°C at that time of night, and that was cold enough to keep the snow on the ground. Now that it’s above 0, the snow on black pavement has melted again. I think that’s what makes the first snowfall so special; a lot of the whiteness turns to mud after a few days of cars driving around.
Jealous Jealous Jealous.
I am going to be melting in the 80s this week. I AM DONE WITH DUST. I WANT TO WEAR COATS AND SWEATERS AND FEEL PRECIPITATION. AAAAAAGHGHH!!!
Going to get out my stupid iPhone Christmas tree app & redecorate to make myself feel less depressed.
It does snow.
Lame snow.
Really lame snow.
I commiserate about the lame snow; there wasn’t much snow up here last year either (relatively speaking, of course), and it almost felt like we didn’t have a winter.