Snow

For the first time in two years we have snow, and I mean propper snow, the kind that you sink into when you walk, the thick, powdery, fluffy type that makes for excellent snowballs... It's beautiful, breath taking, and a royal pain in the ass. Everything and everyone grinds to a halt in Britain when we have severe weather of any kind. Schools close, people don't show up for work, public transport if it runs at all is disrupted and slow... Everything you could think of. It's crazy, it happens to us every couple of years and every time people act like they've never seen snow before. Grown adults turn in to children and go out in the streets and parks having snowball fights. And yes, I am one of them, I have to admit. There is something incredibly romantic about snow. The last time it snowed propperly here DL and i were together. We went to the park and had a snowball fight, and I tackled her and she landed on her back, with me on top of her, and we just lay there in the deep snow, kissing and laughing, not caring about the cold. That was one of those moments, one of those perfect memories that comes to me on a day like today, as I stand and throw snowballs for the dog to jump up and catch. Later that same day, the one I just spoke of with DL, we went in to the street and built a huge snowman together. We gave him a carrot nose and a wooly hat and used dog biscuits for the eyes, and she took photos of me standing there hugging the damn thing. It's not the same though now, the snow... Half of me wishes I could join in with the screams of laughter from the people in the street, and pelt a lover with snowballs until my hands are numb with cold, and then go inside and take a hot shower together and then fall in to a warm bed and make love. Another part of me wishes it would just go away and take with it the longing I feel today, because I don't want to build a snowman by myself...