So when it snows here in Britain we kind of fall to pieces. Not that much, but we always seemed to be a little surprised when it turns up despite the endless weather forecasts and warnings for the motorists. Its as though we never actually believe it will turn up, that it will just rain instead.
Snow descends and we go into shock. Now schools have snow days and it’s not even that deep.We have to hunt out boots and snow appropriate clothes, dust them off and stride out looking slightly over prepared for the white stuff that disturbs us so much. Should we drive or shouldn’t we drive today? Have they gritted the roads?
(I remember gritters striking when I was younger and it was the best evening ever, sliding down the steep road on baking trays and bin bags.)
I like snow. It cloaks everything and the world looks a cleaner, crisper place for a short while. The air appears fresher, sharper.
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
J. B. Priestley