Snow – The Gift of a Day
As the single flake fell, the newscasters and weather reporters gasped and reached for their cameras to record the moment the first ever flake of snow fell on Britain – Because it never snows here does it?
Well only every year. Once a year, pretty much give or take we get one good snow fall. You would think that everyone would be used to the snow by now. That the rail companies would have engineered tracks not to be made unusable with the ‘wrong type of snow’. But no, we don’t for a day or two the country is gripped by snow fever. The letter bombings of the past week, the skirmishes on the Israeli – lebanese border all forgotten, because there is snow.
I take my hat off to Jeremy Vine of Radio 2 today. Instead of going on about how bad the snow has affected each person in the country with a blow by blow account of shovels and blankets, his program was largely about the joy of a day in the snow. It began by his own recording of his jog to work – 5 miles through the snow. Noting the beauty and differences a blanket of white makes, here’s to a gift of a day.
A day like this is a gift – take it or leave it, but it is a gift
