A bit delayed according to christmas no 1, a tad late even according to christmas no 2 1 but right on time for the newly minted christmas no 3, the snow delivery today was otherwise perfectly timed, starting quietly as we were waking up and then picking up heart to come down dense and steady for a lovely breakfast background, with huge white flakes crowding the air and turning the ground quite quickly into the very colour of today’s winter sky. Then there was nothing but white above one’s head and white under one’s foot, the air was crisp, the streets deserted and the fresh snow almost forming by itself into snowballs at the lightest touch of hand. So we got a snowball fight going and I even got to take a few pictures in between making, throwing and otherwise dodging snowballs but that was basically handicap-fighting so enough is enough, I’ll dump those here now and be done with all this picture-taking silly stuff – there’s a serious snowball fight to get back to and everything else can wait!
- Christmas day has its own time zone of sorts: the more to the East you move, the later in the calendar it supposedly “happens” and so we usually pick and choose, not to mention the times when we add our own date as well.[↩]