Snow days

I miss snow days, the unexpected gift of them. Waking up to a thick blanket of white and knowing school would be cancelled. There was such satisfaction in those random holidays, so much sweeter than an ordinary saturday spent at home. The excitement of listening with fingers crossed to the endless list of cancellations and delays on the radio, listening again and again to relive the elation of hearing your school coupled with the word 'cancelled'.

City kids enjoy no such thing. Neither snow, nor rain, nor gloom of night keep them from attending school. But a good snowfall does make the commute to school a lot more joyful, at least for Uta. This morning he threw snowballs at my back the entire way, from our front door to the front steps of the school, peals of laughter mixing with the cold air at every step.