Didn’t they say it was time for spring? I guess they changes their minds, ’cause it snowed again in Stockholm this week. & a lot! Although it’s been quite cold these days, this white wonderland is a much more welcome view than the dreary grey days between winter and spring. No complaints here 🤗
As the leaves glow orange & yellow and drop off the branches one by one, as sunlight becomes miserly and rations itself out a little less every day, as the wind turns up its chill and shows a preview of winter just around the corner, nearly every blogger sits down and writes that quintessential autumn post… so, here comes mine 🙂
Finally the sun shone today after nearly a week of snowfall and grey skies. I took a walk by the water after lunch and found some ladies basking in the sun, or perhaps cooling off in the snow… it’s a tad confusing, dont you think? But whatever they are upto, they sure seem to like it.
Clicked at Liljeholmen, Stockholm.
Let me tell you how I feel when it snows. It’s a wonderful experience. Why? It is so beautiful, that’s why!
I grew up in India, and my hometown, Ranchi, is lucky enough to have a chilly cold season, but never any snow. The first time I actually saw snow was when I was around twelve and my parents took us to Manali, a picturesque town on the foothills of the Himalayas, during the summer vacations. It was the perfect family holiday. I guess part of the reason was that my sisters and I hadn’t become monstrous teenagers yet so we didn’t give our parents much of a headache 😉 Since it was summer, there was no snow in the town any more, so we drove up to Rohtang Pass for a day. The snow was one of the highlights of that whole trip.
Today I live in Stockholm, and have seen three winters here, of the white variety, I mean. With the first big snowfall each year, I go back to being an excited twelve-year-old. As fresh snow piles upon every available surface, some weird, warm, fuzzy feeling bubbles in me. My neighbors might be wondering about the crazy woman who smiles at floating snowflakes, turns every now and then to examine her boot marks, walks around drawing faces in the snow, or incessantly clicks pictures of snow-laden random objects. It’s only because she feels so perfectly happy to see this novelty they call snow 🙂