I'm writing this blog post from the 4th floor of the SFU library, on the side opposite the convo mall that overlooks the road. It's snowing right now. I know that, y'know, it's been snowing a lot in Vancouver recently, but today was my first time seeing it. I saw it today when I got off the SFU bus.
I always forget how much I love falling snow. I mean, I know it's just subzero precipitation, but it never fails to take my breath away. Maybe it's because it usually doesn't snow much here, or maybe it's just because of the way it makes everything seem a bit more magical. Along with snow, the city is blanketed with a muffled quiet.
Along with the natural beauty, I have to admit the side benefits of it are nice. This year is the first I've ever seen a largeish body of water frozen over thick. The pond in the AQ is frozen over and people are 'skating' on it, sliding over it, twirling, surreptitiously taking chairs from inside SFU and creating sort of sleds on the ice with them... Along with the beauty of snow, it tends to bring out a certain joy in most. Snow reminds us of elementary school snow days, throwing snow balls, making snow men, and stomping in pristine, untouched snow, just to hear the satisfying crunch.
True, it's cold outside. But, conversely, it feels so very warm and cozy inside. Maybe it's just because I'm wearing more layers than usual (yesterday, I wore underwear, 2 layers of socks, 3 layers of pants (tights, shorts, and jeans) and 3 layers of tops (tank top, cardigan, hoodie) as well as a knit hand, scarf, and coat when I was outside).
We should enjoy the snow while it lasts, because, according to the forecast, temperatures will rise again soon, and the usual Vancouver rain will return in full force.
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