I know the cold weather is upon me when I feel the bitter chilly wind creeps inside my clothes and slap me till my back and toes feel numb. And yet, I’m finding more and more that snow has a peaceful beauty that is hard to surpass. Sure, a golden sunset during a warm summer’s day next to the beach is hard to beat (especially when the BBQ grill fills the air with the smell of deliciously cooked seafood). But snow has a rough elegance second to none: not only frosty and cold as hail pelts down with angry vengeance, but also delicate and fragile as snowflakes melt slowly through my skin. It’s really beautiful.
What I learnt so far living in a city that snows:
1. best to walk like a crab – small and very quick steps because long strides make me slip in ice, (gosh I wish I had a photo of me to upload here)
2. buy some shoes that are decently waterproof,
3. if everybody suddenly disappears and walks laterally, there’s probably a huge puddle coming up,