It is January. Soon to be February. And the sky is grey, it’s 8 degrees warm (yes, warm), and there’s no sign of snow anywhere. This makes me sad.
Most people, especially in London, are probably very happy that there’s no snow so far this year. Snow to many means disruptions, impossible transport, wet feet, cold hands, and frozen cheeks. To me snow means happiness, calmness, and peace. When it snows, the world listens. It makes people stop, look out the windows like they did when they were kids and were longing to get out and build snowmen and have hours of fun. Getting cold to the bones, and look forward to a warm cup of cocoa to warm up the frozen fingers afterwards.
So, this is an ode to snow. Some of my best memories involves it, whether it be skiing trips to the alps, or sledging in Denmark.
I clearly remember the first time I saw snow ‘for real’. Well, the first strong memory I have was once in Denmark when I was 6 or 7. We woke up to a snow storm, and listened to the radio announce that our school was closed. I played all day outside with my best friend and neighbour, while the grown-ups tried to keep up with the heavy snowfall and clear the pathways.
But that was nothing compared to my first skiing trip to Norway. I remember I had slept in the car, and woke up when we were parked at the foot of a mountain. There was a queue of cars in front of us, and snow everywhere. My parents told me that we waiting because people couldn’t drive up the mountain, and that the police were out helping the ‘poor tourists’ without snow tires and chains, to get up. We did, and made our way up the slippery mountain to ‘Gaustablik’ named after the mountain ‘Gausta’. We got out of the car, and it was freezing – probably around -30. Everything was white – The roads were flanked by 2 meter high walls of snow, some of which had unfortunate cars hidden inside, only given away by a side mirror sticking out. Everywhere you walked this squeaky sound of compressed, deep frozen snow followed you, and everything else was quiet. Even during the night it was light, as the moonlight shining on the glistening snow would brighten up everything.
Snow is amazing and magical. It dresses up the world.
A few images from a wintery walk in Denmark a few years ago with my cousins and the dogs (Back when my hair was brown)
All images taken by me, please do not use without my permission