No dreams this week that I remember with enough detail to report. Someday, perhaps, I will get enough sleep to be able to remember dreams again -- it requires a good deal of sleep.
So, here is where the fact that I'm not in the Great Domesticated Desert of DoomTM sets in. By which I mean Colorado had its first real snow of the season yesterday. I proceeded to spend the entire day detouring off the snowless pathways into the snowy grass and generally jumping around like a little child. After all, I have to make up for an entire childhood without snow.
I discovered several things about snow yesterday. One was that even though snow looks white and fluffy and soft, if you try to pick it up without gloves or mittens on, your hands get really, really cold. Also, if you do use gloves and they aren't waterproof, they instantly get soaked the moment you return to the indoors and all the caked-on snow melts.
I also now understand what people mean when they talk about different kinds of snow, and that the kind known as "powdery" doesn't stick together very well. I made the first snow angel of my life, yesterday.
Reality check. In this particular case, there is no way that dreaming about snow could come close to finally, finally experiencing it.
Reality check. In this particular case, there is no way that dreaming about snow could come close to finally, finally experiencing it.
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Us Brit's are obsessed with snow. Well, weather in general. But as soon as one of us notices even the slightest of snowfalls, the big question becomes 'is it gonna stick?'
ReplyDeleteSnow that sticks is cool, but snow that lands and melts before any kind of buildup can occur is the devils dandruff; that means a bypass of 'teh fun' and a crow fly to the misery that is sleet! :(
It brings a smile to my face to read of your tentative experiments and realisations regarding snow. Somehow you just made my evening. :D