Friday, November 30, 2007

Peterborough, Ontario - Snowstorm

As you can see, it's coming down just a little bit today! Hehe






Friday, November 09, 2007

Peterborough, Ontario - It's snowing harder!

Lots and lots of big puffy things falling from the sky!

It started really coming down! It's hard to capture how much there actually was because of the light conditions, but in the area around the street lamps it's easier to see. I never knew snowflakes looked quite like this, and that they could get so huge! They were about the size of quarters, and then there were long narrow ones over an inch long. I always thought they were just hexagonal, but actually it looked more like popcorn.



Thursday, November 08, 2007

Peterborough, Ontario - It's snowing!

It's the first snow of the season. It's all sparkly and makes graceful swirls as it comes down. It's so beautiful!

This is our first snow since moving to our new home. We looked out the window and hugged and giggled like little girls. We know we're living in Canada now, of course, but gazing outside and watching the snow fall in lazy swoops with each breeze somehow cemented the fact that yes, we're really here!

I've seen it snow in the daytime a couple of times but I've never seen it snow at night before. It looks totally different. This is also the first time I've had the opportunity to really enjoy it and take it all in, in my own time. This time, I wasn't expected somewhere else; no one was ahead of me expecting me to keep up; no one was waiting for me. I was free to devote my full attention to savouring this moment. So I stopped everything and went outside. The air was so crisp and refreshing that I silently wished it would stay like this forever. I walked out on our balcony and reached out to feel the snow on my hands. Each flake makes a little pat into your hand, then melts. Pat, melt. Pat, melt. Some of the snowflakes landed on my sleeves and didn't melt right away. I studied them closely, holding them up against the streetlamps below... and for the first time in my life, I saw what people mean when they say that the crystals are different in each snowflake. Tiny, impossibly intricate lattices and fractal patterns glistened back at me, revealing still more detail even as they slowly, slowly began melting away. It's amazing! I feel like a little kid, all awestruck and full of wonder.
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