SnowWednesday 12 December, 2007
I forgot the pleasure of snow. Living in the south of China I meet snow only when I go to climb mountains and then I tend to inflict pain on my body. Snow means now cold, frostbite, avalanche and at best struggle and discomfort. I almost forgot the times snow meant thick overcoats, snowmen and snow-fights followed by a mug of hot wine with cinnamon drank together with friends or family in front of a fireplace. When it meant holidays with people knocking at the door to sing carols, soft cashmere jumpers and the fresh smell of pine trees. When snow was there to cool off overheated cheeks from staying too close to the fire; when snuggling was a sign of affection and not a defence against the elements… Soon I’ll be home. In snow againÃ¢â‚¬Â¦.