Snowflakes

Looking outside through my laboratory window, I can see pretty snowflakes floating in the air, and slowly descending down. The beginning of this week brought a very bad weather. It was cold, snowy, and worst of all windy, as if the winter before going away took a step back. However, this particular snowy day brought with it back the memory of my first snow.

It was some work day, but I went late to the work. I was getting the internet connection at my flat. It was drizzling, and I noticed some small droplets of ice falling along. And though Blaž said they are just frozen droplets, it could not discourage me. I was secretly hoping for those droplets to turn into pretty flakes. And it did start snowing. Slowly those frozen droplets turned to soft cottony pretty flakes. And it was snowing!!! A thin white layer was covering the brown roofs and road below. And I reached out to catch a pretty one. My heart was singing happily. My first snow!

On the way to the bus stand, I was making footsteps on the little path through the park. I liked the snowflakes falling on my coat, my hat, and then one fell on my nose tip. I didn’t use the umbrella. Somehow I was wishing to catch all of them. I looked at them, my eyes shining happily and full of wonder. The child in me just smiled looking at this wonder of nature. How every snowflake had a different pattern! I wondered how the droplets of water formed those pretty hexagonal structures. I wondered and questioned like a child would. I looked with awe as I saw the city turning white.

The snowflakes danced in the wind, and my heart danced with it. How could I concentrate on work? Every minute I was looking out of the window, the snow had become thicker and heavier! The snowflakes were floating, dancing, making a whirlwind. It was one of the prettiest sights I had ever seen. Everything freshly covered with the pristine white looked like a fairy tale. The trees were covered with snow, and it was a nice combination of white, green and brown. The lamp posts had caps on them. Sidewalks were white with only footsteps barely visible. I liked the munching sound of snow beneath as I walked.

I wished to run around in the park now snowy. The green wooden benches were white. We decided to be a baby, built a snowman instead of taking the earliest bus. And there I started making my first snowman. It was an ecstatic feeling rolling piles of snow and see the first snowman take its form. I neglected my hands almost freezing. We laughed like babies, singing merry songs. Two dry sticks made the hands, and with a bit of difficulty the head was on. And behold, there was our snowman smiling at us!!

I was so excited, and had to call home soon after I was back in the evening. I had to tell my first snow experience. The whole evening I was only talking about the snow and how I feel about it. And the excitement was not yet over. At night, we decided to take a snowy night walk.

Something that I had dreamt for long was turning into a reality. A snowy day and a romantic night walk in the snow. I remember how two years ago I saw the snowy video, and wished to experience it so much. And finally we were there holding hands and walking together in that snowy night. There was no one else, and the only sound was those of the falling snow. It was all silent and dark night; yet very bright as street light was reflected by the snow, and the sound of falling snowflakes gave a certain sense of peace and calmness to the silence. It was not lonely silence, it was happy and warm. We walked down some small hilly meadow. We did not take the road and let our feet sink in the snow. Crossing the highway we went to the other side, towards the fields. And there we were just standing, holding hands, feeling the silence, the warmth. It gave a feeling of completeness. As if all questions were answered, all wishes granted. We just stood there letting the happiness, love, silence, warmth, and beauty seep deep inside out hearts.

We explored the fields and ditches a bit. And I wished to lie down on the snow. Looking up at the sky, I let the flakes fall on me, on my face. Every moment I enjoyed feeling a single snowflake touching my skin, every moment I remember.

It was pretty under the street lights when I could see the snowflakes dancing. The little posts of the fences had caps on them, and so had the lamp posts, electric poles. The wire fence had a layer of snow on each wire, making a snowy mesh. Trees all white were glowing in the orangish lamp lights.

And how much I try to explain what I felt that day, and put into words the thoughts going through my mind, I am not able to. I can only say it was wonder, pretty, dream like, romantic, warm, merry.. And I can use rows of adjectives but yet without expressing my emotions. I only can say that my heart was happy, fluttering and singing. It skipped a bit, and made a hop, and said: Dear girl, for a day like this, I can beat one day more!!