American Things That I Miss #3


When we lived in Seattle we were within driving distance of about half a dozen ski fields. HL took full advantage, snowboarding at every opportunity, while I mainly enjoyed playing in the snow, or just watching it. One of my favourite things in winter was driving into the forest (‘specially around Christmas) and watching flurries of huge flakes of snow pour onto the windscreen. It spoke of hot chocolate and fir trees and Christmas carols on the stereo. Snow was such a regular part of the seasonal rhythms and, even though it happened every year, it always joyfully delighted.

It snowed here today. It was such a pleasure to watch white drift and float and be blown out of the sky, but it was also a bit bittersweet. It felt like Christmas but it didn’t last. In just a few minutes after I’d said to my mum on the phone “Well, it looks like the snow’s set in…” the sun was out and any flakes that had managed to settle were fast evaporating. So homesick…


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