Winter at last...

So yes, we saw the beginning of snowfall yesterday afternoon and it carried through the evening and bless the flakes, they were still making their mark this morning. I don't mind winter, as long as we are geared up for it, not just us in person but in general as a country. Take for example when we had all that snowfall early this year in January bearing in mind last December we had no snow at all. So when it descended in January, all hell let loose, there weren't enough gritters out on the road and even more so not enough grit. The country was totally unprepared and it let everyone down quite badly. Schools shut for the duration and life kind of stopped at least for some. But this winter, the snow has come early, at least according to previous record but I would like to say it's on time or a little late to be honest, but that's me with my natural instinct thinking seasonal changes should occur exactly when they should!

Anyway, this morning the roads were remarkably clear though the streets looked a tad dangerous since no gritters had been out and of course they have stopped leaving grit pits at certain points on the street, like they use to when we were kids. But in fairness the roads had been gritted for today and were completely easy to drive through. Whether they would be generous enough to grit on any further snowfall would be another matter...Time would tell!  Anyway I didn't want to risk or rather mother insisted that I shouldn't drive to work, her over-protective side kicking in yet again. So dad drove me to work and we laughed about how I couldn't rely on him like this for there would come a day where I would have to drive out in the snow, in fact it may be sooner rather than later, I said to him 'you won't fancy coming all the way from Agadir on Monday just to drive me to work if the snow stays like this'? He laughed and retorted, 'we might not even get out there if the weather conditions are too bad!' I hope they do all the same, since, they sure deserve a break.

I'm glad it snowed, I love watching it fall, it’s therapeutic and it sure is picturesque when it's falling and when it’s rested. I have to admit, the snow is at its best when it’s first fallen; fresh and crisp. Once it gets trampled over and messy it's really isn’t all that fun! The murky slushy snow looks terrible and should temperatures fall, the darn stuff turns to treacherous ice.

On the contrary, for the moment I want to enjoy watching those snowflakes just falling down and as carelessly as they may seem to fall, I know they twirl from the sky, following a set direction, some touching my face and eventually settling on the ground. I love the winter for it is how I am habituated. I would like to think I could carry on embracing the winter but seeing mum and dad struggling to cope with it, I dread the very same changes as years go by. For now though, I will enjoy the feel of the harsh cold against my skin, how it seeps through me and sends a chill, and when it gets too much, I can always be indoors and huddle near the fire telling tales of far and beyond :)
Aisha