All the snow is gone and it's suddenly as if we live in a different world. Nature's tippex has been removed and all the dirt and grime of life is exposed once more.
In Northern Ireland we just experienced the worst snow since 1985, and since I don't remember what the snow was like when I was 4, this was the deepest and longest-lasting snow experience of my life.
It is strange how much it changes things. Back in Liverpool just before coming home for Christmas, I walked to a particular shop via an unusual route. I relied heavily on my iPhone map to navigate through these streets that I had never been in before. It was only after a few minutes of carefully inching my way across the icy streets, that I realised I had been there many times before. It just looked totally unfamiliar under a blanket of white!
Thankfully that was the last time I felt lost throughout the snowy times. Elsewhere some things looked unusually pretty. Some things looked unusually dangerous.
And some things took on a whole new interpretation. I saw a man riding on a mobility scooter... you know, one of those things with a basket on the front that you see in shopping centres. He was riding along the pavement across the snow. He was 'youngish' as my Gran would say, not belonging to an age group you would expect to see on a mobility scooter. On any other day, he might have looked frail and vulnerable, but on snow-day he looked like some intrepid explorer, bravely crossing the icy white wilderness on his quad bike, probably on some exciting scientific adventure of discovery. A true hero of his times.
Just before I go, here are some snow pics. I always love to see people's snow pics on facebook and such, so here are a few of mine: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=306577&l=e1b72a7562&id=711142501
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