Snow way.

There is nothing like waking up, looking outside your bedroom window and being greeted by a beautiful white blanket hiding all else from view. SNOW! It has been years since my beautiful town has been blessed with snow. Its on par with 30 degree summer days, both rare and wonderful.

Rugged up in layers upon layers of clothing (looking and feeling 3 times my usual size which has benefits in added protection comforts). A friend and I spent the day with all the other 5 year olds (and the many of those our age acting like 5 year olds).

It is the day when rubbish bags become tabogan devices and winter comforts like soup and hot tea become up there with cellphones and laptops (or a roof over your head and safe love ones, depending on how materialistic you are).

My planned flight to Wellington was cancelled and delayed immeninently (as snow decides to settle and looks opposed to budging, another uncommon occurence here with snow normally followed by bright sunshine minutes later). But this fact I'm eagerly trying to erase from my thoughts (due to the fact the reason I was actually getting on that flight was kind of vital, think valid, legal entry into a country I plan to stay for more than 6 months...eek.)

But as I sit in front of a glorious fire, contemplating my weeks schedule and thinking of the best means to procrastinate that which I really have to do, the attempts of snowmen lie abandoned on the ground, remnants slowly melting away. The path of taboganning efforts remain distant reminders of the days unexpected joy, waiting for the future snowfall and reliable fun.