Let Me Just Say... How Much I Like the Snow.

Yes, you read that right... I LIKE the snow.

I like the cold. The variations in the seasons. Seeing a change in the leaves instead of them being a constant evergreen. Constant.

I grew up in the southern hempisphere. Australia, if we're going to be specific. And in Australia, the leaves don't change colours, the seasons rarely change, there's never a noticeable change in the annual renovation. Not the part of Australia I grew up in anyway.

Granted, Australia has THE biggest ski field in the southern hempisphere, so yeah, it snows there. Just not where I live. Not anywhere close. I would have to jump in the car and drive for a good 12 hours before I saw snow in the winter.

But here in Canada - which is where I've just moved to - I am enjoying the change in the seasons; the fact that the trees are bare and the leaves have fallen. I like the snow. I like the cold.

Granted, it wasn't super fun to sludge through this morning on my way to work and it did make the traffic incredibly late. So late, my 80 minute door to door morning commute came in at a mere 2hours and 40 minutes today (one way). But I wasn't annoyed. Or angy. Or put out of place. I was simply thankful. Thankful to bare witness to the changing of the seasons. God's paintbrush, if you will.

As I sit here from my desk at work, I can see the snow falling. The soft white flakes that lay dormant on the ground. While the pedestrians of this Canadian city might be bundled up in long winter coats, scarves, gloves and 'tuques', it is refreshing to see the streets below clad in the wonder that is winter.

Yes, it can be a little cold - I believe it's a balmy -8C at the moment - but for me, I don't mind. I'm enjoying seeing something that I'm not used to. My senses are relishing in all this new wonder that exists around me.

I'm sure in a month, after I'm sick and tired of the snowflakes, the freezing temperature, the muddy sludge, that opinion will change, but for now... I like the snow.