It was the second day of the new year. The previous morning, I had woken to frosted trees and cars, and mistakenly thought that some of the frost that was being blown to the ground from the trees by the wind was snow. AB stifled a grin as he gently told me it wasn't snow. Chehh.
But this morning it was real! He stared at me gazing in awe at the snowflakes dancing outside and asked, amused, "Is this the first time you are seeing snow??" I grinned, "YES! Well there was a short burst way back in 1993 outside Beijing airport where the flakes were as tiny as dandruff so that doesn't count. THESE are proper snowflakes!" The man's eyes widened and he just smiled indulgently, and ruffled my hair.
At the breakfast table, I couldn't stop staring out into their garden, transfixed by the frosty white that is now falling in greater intensity. I must have spent an hour just looking at the scene in wonder. It's amazing, how each flake really is of that special shape and pattern that I used to only see in emojis. Such beauty, that's from nature. It's spellbinding, and humbling at the same time.
This will definitely be a memory cherished for a long, long time. ^^
A short snippet for memory's sake. :')
that white blanket just makes everything oh-so-pretty right?!
@nua-ster: Yes, love it!!!!
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