First snow of the year
I like the quality snow lends to daylight. I’ve mentioned that before.
I like the unusual perspective snow brings, the way everything looks a little different.
I like that snow muffles the sounds of the city, though not this time because there isn’t enough of it.
I like walking in from the cold and slipping into a lovely swimming pool, and the invigorating contrast when I leave, but that’s really more to do with the temperature than the snow.
I like that the pool is always quiet when it snows, presumably because the weather puts people off.
I like the way that, contrary to British stereotypes, life goes on as normal when it snows.
I like that warm electric buses can ferry me to where I need to be despite the snow, without relying on burning fossil fuels.
I like that there isn’t much snow, and it will hopefully melt away quickly.
I dislike that some modern infrastructure, like these continuously activating toucan crossings, seem unable to cope with snow.
I dislike how cold my hands and feet get when it’s snowy, wet cold being more irritating than dry cold.
I dislike all the dirt when it snows, mostly from grid trodden inside on people’s shoes.
I dislike the way I can’t trust myself not to slip, especially on frozen snow.
I dislike the myriad tiny ways that my lack of confidence in walking in snow disrupts my life as someone who normally walks everywhere.
I dislike the feeling when a flurry of snow falls from a tree and onto my head, or worse, down the back of my neck.
I dislike forecasts suggesting that more snow is on the way.
This post was filed under: Post-a-day 2023, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Snow, Weather.
