It's been snowing in the alpine for a couple of days, but today in the valley, we got those huge, wet flakes that twist and twirl from the sky, almost like they're dancing their way down. It was the kind of snow that collects in the hood of your coat, melts instantly and then runs to the ground when you bend over to undo your boots. The kind that means you have to start laying out your hat and scarf to dry when you come inside because they're too wet to stuff into the sleeve of your jacket.
There is something so deeply exciting about the first real snowfall. Walking alone from the grocery store to the post office today, I caught myself tilting my chin to the sky and opening my mouth wide, trying to catch the snowflakes. When I told the kids about this, they said that the whole school was doing the same thing at morning break and lunchtime. Must be an instinctual response for those of us that love winter.
Esmée turned 8 yesterday. Her party is this coming weekend at the local community centre, but last night she had a few friends over for a raclette dinner. Freeze dance, playing with new playmobil and bugging the older brothers were the activities of choice. And of course, the requisite sparklers and loud (off key) singing....
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