4 or 5 centimeters of snow (that’s less than 2 inches for those who count like in the dark ages) is what it takes to shut this country down. Historical trafic jams, people coming late at work, not just a bit but really hours later than expected, trucs that can’t get up a hill, streets that are snowed over and kids that have a lot of fun.
One memory that tends to come back when it snows dates back to when I was still a student and took some courses at Vesalius College. I was having lunch with some friends from the international community at the VUB when, quite unexpected, the first snow-blizzard of the year started. For most of us it was not all that spectacular but one of my friends looked up in amazement, stormed outside and was completely in a childish-luck-trance. It was his first year in Belgium after having lived in India for his whole life and it was the first time he saw snow; it’s a moment and memory that I treasure, for it showed me how even adults can still be in total awe for the simple things in life. We should have more of those moments…
Muttering Heights
Musings for better times.
