When we were kids, we used to watch the snow flake by flake, and pray that it will last till the next day. In the morning, we jumped out of the bed as soon as we woke up, wore our sweaters, scarves and snow boots and run outside, spending hours pelting each other with snow balls and making snowmen.
Now, as we grew up, the only reason we want snow so bad is not to go to work. You wake up at 8:30, hear someone say that the snow is so thick so you just have raptures of joy that you’ll be able to go back to sleep. You sleep until it’s 11 or so, and then you wake up, look out the window, then think of cuddling up at home and doing something cozy like watching a movie or whatever is on Jordan TV, the only available channel under the weather, or maybe surfing the net or writing a blog post or something. Then, the sight of snow could be so tempting that you decide to go out and take some photos, or take a walk to the supermarket and ask the neighbors you meet on the way if they need anything from that far, far away land.
February, 01, 2008 11:59 AM