So it's well known that the population of England love nothing better than hearing their schools/universities/work places are closed due to snow. We all remember the winter school mornings we woke up to peek out of the window and there's a beautiful, untouched white blanket laid all around. Then excitedly wake mum up before eating breakfast, watching TV and listening to the radio awaiting the announcement that your school was indeed closed for the day! Then on goes the snow boots, winter knits, hats, scarfs, gloves.. and the sledge! When we were younger anyways. At 21 it's not such a naive excitement, because I do appreciate that as a travelling worker, degree student, and driver, we do have things to do, people to see, and schedules that need to run on time.
There was a moment last night though, The mother and I were watching the snow fall heavily.. It was actually really beautiful. Dark outside, big snowflakes falling and gracefully landing on the ground.. lit up by a few street lamps. A few cars tried, struggled and failed to make their way to the top of the hill. Have to admit this provided a little entertainment. We did take a minute to acknowledge that even though we're not kids any more, the snow still has that slight magical effect. For some reason, and I don't really know what.. When you stand there and just watch the snow and look all around, it kind of takes away all your worries for a short while. And we ended up smiling and feeling festive and cosy and like a family. It was just lovely!
I'm watching the news - Images from Scotland are stunning in the snow! Kind of wish I lived there :)