Portland — It is probably the tropical gene, but I’m a romantic when it comes to snow-scaped scenes. The last time I saw snow was almost 10 years ago and boy, was I happy. To have the snowflakes flicker down on your palms, your face, your hair, your eyelashes, examining each individual crystal flake.
10 years on and I am still as fascinated. Yes, down to the black/grey slush that I almost slipped on, to the scrapping of the snow-covered windows of my Chevy Trailblazer this morning, and the snowmen I saw while driving through suburban America.
I may have evolved, but that tropic-girl-harboring-romantic-notions-about-snow gene remained stagnated.
Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow.