As a child I truly loved the snow. I loved moulding it into chubby snowmen, the way it softly covered everything in a brilliant blanket and quite frankly the way it disrupted regular life. When you’re young you don’t have to worry about whether or not the tyres have enough tread on them, you don’t have to get to work to earn money and if school is cancelled and everything’s closed it feels like a thrilling adventure, not an inconvenience.
The older you get the more that icy wonder becomes a hassle, albeit a beautiful one. Roads are treacherous, you’re late for meetings and you need so many layers you may as well be headed to a fancy dress party as the Michelin man. It’s easy to just see the negatives (especially when you drive an automatic car – helloooo skidding) but I’m a firm believer that we all need to recapture the childlike wonder we once had. It does a body good.
I recently got to witness the snow through fresh eyes, those of my dog Maddie. It’s her first real snowfall since we adopted her and I loved watching her hop around in her new coat and then proceed to use her nose as a shovel, throwing snow everywhere. She wasn’t worrying about any of the downsides, and neither were the kids we saw sledding with glee, begging their tired looking parents for ‘one more go’ with excitement in their eyes and colour in their cheeks.
So here’s to ignoring the negatives for a bit and seeing the world through new eyes, even if only for a little while (or until the wet, muddy dog jumps on the sofa…) I hope you like this snowy photos I snapped, they sure are a contrast to my warmer Valencia post!
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