It worries me that the first snowfall is in November. The end of November no less. My first year in Canada, some ten years ago, the first snow was in September. I remember it clearly because that's when I got frostbite (I was completely unprepared for the snow and got caught with giant flakes falling down in only a leather jacket, sneakers and no hat or mitts. My poor ears...).
You would think, having spent the majority of my life in the tropics, that I would hate this weather. It's the exact opposite. I adore it - even though I don't do any winter sports. I really should though. Maybe if I can get to a trail, I'll take up Nordic skiing or snow-shoeing.
It's just... November for the first snow?!
I'll set aside my worries for now and take in all the white wonder of this day. It's just so beautiful!
Never mind that it's going up to +10 by the end of this week again.
Let's not worry too much...
Back to Nanowrimo writing for me. Let's hope I reach my target quickly. I have lots of editing left to do.
Benumbed, paralysed with the cold, especially when accompanied by contraction of the muscles and violent shivering.
- G.M. Story's Dictionary of Newfoundland English, 1982