There's Snow Hope

Published in Misc - 1 min to read

Upon waking this morning, I was struck by the thought that it’s fucking cold. I’m wearing two pairs of socks, and two jumpers, indoors. Outside, temperatures are in the low single digit celsius (my phone reckons it’s 1 degree above freezing at the time of writing) and are forecast to remain there all week. This means that there is the (slim) possibility of snow.

I don’t think I’ve seen snow since 2018, when it snowed here in Guernsey in March. I miss it a lot, and when it’s safe to go traveling again, I’m hopeful to go skiing. The island is especially beautiful when it’s clad in white, and I think for many it would provide a much needed moment of joy during lockdown.