I had never experienced a real snow storm, just a few flurries while I lived in Prague. Here it falls like a confetti on New Year’s Eve, only colder. I stick out my tongue hoping a snowflake lands
on my tongue; my thirst is instantly quenched by these heavenly waters.
I comment about the blizzard outside to some
locals. They laugh. “Blizzard?” they question me, “Have you never been in snow
before?”
I don’t answer the question. “If this isn’t a blizzard, what
is it on a 1-10 snow scale?”
“About a 4,” they all reply in their French Canadian accents.
“A four?!!” I am truly shocked. It’s as if they all non-chalantly
told me that they commute via spaceship to the Nebula Galaxy for work every day
and the view of Planet Earth from space is a daily occurrence. I simply have no
reference point for their descriptions of what a blizzard is really like.
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