In which I discover that I love snow

Wellingtonians: bear with me as I wax lyrical, like so many others, on the beauty and excitement of snow.

Others: It does not snow in Wellington. It never happens. The last time there was anything approximating snow was in 1995 when I was 13 years old, and the thing I remember most about the whole situation was my best friend's story about jumping on her trampoline and shattering the sheet of ice that had formed on it. There has never been anything like the snow flurries we've had since Sunday. It's not cold enough to form drifts, and the constant melting and refreezing is causing black ice but HEY HO, it's super fun while it falls.

I tried to take photos and make a video with my phone but nothing is as good as this video of snow falling in Cuba Mall. You can see snow on the Bucket Fountain!

I went for a walk yesterday in the snow on Cuba Mall and it was so much fun. I had a cup of coffee in hand and was wearing  my giant red 60s woollen coat with beavers on the pockets that was "Inspired by the Eskimos of Canada"*. Being warm, snuggly and well-caffeinated while walking around in snow flurries is like a fairy tale. I almost want to move somewhere where it always snows in the winter.

*On the label, verbatim.