‘Snow’s all right on a fine morning, but I like to be in bed when it’s falling’
– J.R.R. Tolkien
I am currently working night shifts so was up early this morning when the snow started. Overcome by excitement, I ran outside to dance around in the ambulance bay; feeling the heavy snowflakes settling in my hair and eyelashes, swirling around and spinning in the falling flakes, trying to grasp them with my hands or catch them with my tongue.
‘This could make a great photo.’ I thought, ‘Snow falling, maybe just wearing a scarf and hat…this could work!’
And then I got home. I realised how fucking cold it is, and how tempting and warm my bed looks…
…I never made it outside.