Snow Day!

I admit, I said it was a nice little taste of home. I wasn't being greedy - just one taste was enough. But now I've been given the whole ice cream sandwich!!

The first snow day of my life, where school is really cancelled, where the shops are really closed, where the only life you see is snowball fights, and sledding. And it is not Wyoming, where we get snow almost every month out of the year, but Brighton, where it hasn't snowed this much in probably 12 years (according to a man bicycling to work just to see if it is still open).

It gives snow a new (or old depending on how you look at it) perspective for me. Instead of "Ugh, I have to trudge through this mess to get to work/class/home/etc.," it is "Snow! Let's have a snowball fight! Let's go sledding on plastic bags and frying pans and caution: wet floor signs and kayaks and fridge doors! Let's build a snowman! Let's stay outside all day!" It's so...fascinating to see something that is so regular to me seen as something so magical and exciting and almost foreign (very foreign in the case of my flatmate from Madagascar) to everyone else.