A scattering of snow

On Wednesday night, a sound began playing on our roof. It was a soft pattering that I heard and I paused for a moment, trying to figure out what it was.It was lighter than rain, a lovely soft sound.
Safi and I were getting ready for bed at the time, but I whispered to him and we grabbed our jackets and headed outside.
When we opened the backdoor, we were met with the delicate falling of snow!
Safi had never seen snow, and I hadn't seen it for quite a while, so we just stood out in the backyard, our collars up and faces to the sky, watching the white snow silently tumble from the sky.It was beautiful and serene.
I can tell you, there is something so restful about the sound of falling snow. It seems musical to me. It's mesmerising.
We went to sleep that night with ease, lulled to bed by that pittery pattery noise on our roof.





The following day became as warm as 3 degrees (37.5 degrees farenheit), just a little too warm for the snow to stick around. Still, we took our chances that evening and drove up the forest track into the mountain in the hope of catching some snow.

We drove into my favourite part of the forest track and as we headed up the slope, there the snow was lying about3 inches deep in some places and scattered on every surface.Safi threw the inaugeral snowball and we consequentially fought back with our own handfulls of snow. He may not have been aware of the war-like ramifications of throwing the first snowball.

I stood back and looked at the pure white powder and felt such peace. It's so white. So fine and delicate. It made me think, just for a moment, of purity and other beautiful things.
Just for a moment.

Meiche.