Dear future me,
In England there are two camps - snow haters and snow lovers and not much in between. It may just be that I have hardly seen the snow in my life, but I gotta be honest - turns out I'm a total a snow lover.
Haters, I get it - the slippery-ness and the dirty brown snow. The layering up with ten layers of clothing and having to take them all off when one goes inside a store. The slipping over in the snow and hurting ones hip, knee and arm (or so I've heard). I feel ya, haters - snow is the nemesis of a summer bunny.
Oh, but the silkiness of freshly fallen snow. The way the local pub suddenly becomes so cosy, and a hot chocolate a necessity. The snowman almost twice my size with whole onions for eyes and coal for buttons. The way it brings people together - adults smiling at eachother with cheer in their faces over children playfully throwing snowballs at each other... wait, I think that was on a movie I saw... You get the picture.
It snowed here in London recently and we were lucky in that it fell, then got a wee bit warmer and then rained it all away so we didn't really suffer the slushy, buses-won't-run-and-trains-fall-off-their-tracks situation London often faces.
And guess what? It looks like snow tonight. Yes, yes it does. Haters gon' hate.
Love, me. xx