The first time I saw real snowdrift-y snow was 5 months ago on a mountain in Norway at the Flåm railway and it was only me and a family with two tiny kids on the train and I fell to my knees playing with the snow and giggling like a baby because I have never been more excited in my life! I remember that feeling of sheer happiness and how the two little kids saw that and threw snowballs at me and were so excited for me. I remember the mom taking my picture for me in front of the frozen waterfall and the dad asking me if this was my first time in snow. It was soft and fluffy and cold and I smashed some on my face and played with my bare hands and put my face to the sky and felt the snowflakes on my tongue. London had a little bit of snow a couple years ago but it tasted like soot and it was more like frozen rain.
I was a child for 3 hours and it’s one of my most cherished memories — alone on a mountaintop with nothing but a white landscape in front of me and a red shed that said Flåm railway station behind me and I was never more content than I was that day. I had grown up in the tropics and didn’t know what it was like to be surrounded by untouched frozen powder and this was so much better than I thought it would be. I had started off with the most scenic bus ride of my life through rivers and mountains and a fjord cruise and then this? Bliss.