My wish of waking up to a white blanket was finally fulfilled. I pulled back the curtains as soon as I woke up this morning and was greeted by large pristine white flakes teeming down from the sky and onto the green patches of grass in front of my window.
It felt like Christmas came early (ironic because it’s snowing in March, two weeks before spring commences, when there was barely a hint of snow during Christmas) as I abandoned the idea of taking the bus entirely and walked to uni instead. I got some snow in my hair, my mouth, and the ground was slippery as hell but it felt magically ethereal.
There are many things that I am cynical about in life but perhaps snow will never be one of it.
michelle teoh 