It’s boiling hot in Joburg this week. But I’m in a winter wonderland in Colorado.
My best friend Claire lives in Colorado Springs and I’m visiting her, between visits to Washington D.C., Baltimore, Taos, Santa Fe, and Middlebury. It’s a long trip, happening right as autumn changes to winter, which means this year I’m kind of having 2Winters instead of 2Summers.
It snowed a few inches this morning — my first snowfall in nearly a decade — and it was the prettiest, fluffiest snow I’ve ever seen.
I went outside and discovered a soft, silent, snow-white utopia. Falling snow somehow makes sub-freezing temperatures feel less cold — I crunched around comfortably despite the 17° Fahrenheit (-8 Celsius) air. I had the best time taking photos.
My mom and I took a walk into town. The snow piled up on the colorful little Craftsman-style houses in the most delightful way.
I’m not usually crazy about winter weather but this beats the Joburg heat wave. I’m returning to summer next week.