Snowless homesick blues
NS March 9th, 2008
I did a webcam with my parents yesterday and they kindly pointed the camera outside so I could see the foot of snow that had blanketed the area. It was beautiful. So silent and still, the world had stopped, frozen under Mother Nature’s icy spell. And me here in London with nary a snowflake to be seen this winter. Just the varying shades of grey, brown and muted blue, the dead limbs and leaves of trees crippled by smog and the loneliness of urbanity, and only the promise of Spring’s daily deluges of spitting, misting rain to differentiate the two seasons.
Oh, what I would give to be there, wrapped in a blanket on the sofa, admiring the blanket of snow, wrapped in the warm love of parents for their child and memories of a home that is no longer mine, in a land that I grow out of touch with as each winter passes.
