The vast white

For someone who had never seen snow up-close, in all its beauty and fury entwined at times, I was mesmerized the first morning I woke up to see the sun, shining so bright on the vast white shroud covering everything and every color, as far as I could see. The first snow of my second winters in this city that still felt new some time.

They said I would get bored of the snow, living in such low temperatures, the snow flurries, the storms, slipping occasionally on the ice, the bulky jackets and the heavy boots for even stepping out of the home. They were not wrong, but what they never realized was the view from my window on the twenty-second floor was worth all this trouble and more. And more than that, the whiteness of the winter made me appreciate the colors of summers so much more.

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9 thoughts on “The vast white”

  1. I grew up in a place where there is usually a lot of snow in winter…and moved to an area of France where it almost never snows. All the time I lived there, I mised the snow…

  2. I used to hate winter because I hate being cold. I’ve learned over the years, however, to appreciate the change of seasons. You’re right. Winter makes me appreciate the hope of spring, the warmth of summer, and the comfort of fall. Christmas and pretty snowfall doesn’t hurt, either. πŸ™‚

  3. I love to view it from a window as well. I am glad you are enjoying your first glimpses of the season of Winter. Take care.

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