Lifestyle Living in North Holland

January’s first snow

It snowed yesterday and it was magical. I was sitting on the couch enjoying a cup of tea when the flakes started to fall. The dogs immediately went to the window to watch. It’s been a year since the dogs have last seen snow.
There’s something indescribable about the first snowfall of the year. It’s a soft way to transition into something new. The first snow will melt and help provide for the spring. But that’s all common knowledge. But for someone who hasn’t seen many snowfalls… I love everything about it.
So picture it. Here and now, there is silence. Snowflakes fall in flurries and drift on the breeze. No one is outside and the flakes pile on top of each other, erasing evidence of roads and walkways. A stillness settles in as the world grows white.
Of course it’s cold. It’s snow. But it’s brisk and sharp. It hurts to inhale sometimes and blinking stings. Fingertips grow numb and ache in gentle pulses. The crunch underfoot is satisfying. Footsteps seem heavier and linger, after strangers have long since passed, like invisible ghosts on the sidewalk.
I’m well aware that The Netherlands used to get a lot more snow so I’m thankful for these few centimeters. The roads will be slushy and dirty once the snow begins to melt. But I’ll worry about that later. For now I want to revel and drink in this first snow and the ones that will come after it.

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