Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Thursday, 17 November 2011
I long for snow
It happens to me every year: I long for snow, usually as soon as November starts. Last year it backfired. But since I know now that I will not be able to go away on Christmas this year, I might as well have some snow and the sooner the better. I love when it smells like snow, but I want the real thing: the stuff that will keep me home on a week day, that will put me in a festive spirit, that will make me enjoy both the outside world that will no longer be grey and the inside one that will feel warm and cosy. I long for snow and everything that you enjoy with it: being lazy, wrapping up in a blanket, drinking hot tea, eating hearty food, reading in the living room or in bed wrapped in said warm blanket... I don't know if we are going to have any this year but I certainly hope so.
J'ai hâte qu'il neige itou. Mon nouveau contracteur en déneigement a l'air beaucoup plus professionnel que les précédents, et il est moins cher en plus.
ReplyDeleteI long for snow also. But only on a day when I can stay at home and not have to battle my way to work on icy roads. Which I'm sure I will be doing very soon. :/
ReplyDeleteI remember that smell, the sharpness in the air. I hope that you get your wish:-)
ReplyDeleteI am deprived. I have only seen snow twice, the second time I was driving through Austria...which was last month. It was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI grew up in the east bay of California, where we never got snow. So the first time it snowed when I was living in Oregon on my own, I was pretty bewildered. It started snowing while I was on the highway too, scary.
ReplyDeleteBut, usually, I like to get out IN it, and then come home all soar from play and take a hot bath, and then play some vidyagames.