like oh my gosh, guys, it snowed.
How to tell if you are a Canadian: this thought is actually exciting and not a source of terror. (Minus 30? PLEASE.)
Okay, actually, this might be more a sign of "How to tell if you are Zia" because honestly, no one else in my highschool seemed all that thrilled. It started during lunchtime, and I asked several people if they wanted to go for a walk with me, even offering the promise of a stop at the pizza or poutine place; the lure of fresh air might be negligable, but junk food rarely is... but even that was not enough of an inducement. (Thanks guys. I love you all too.)
So, instead of being constrained by their lameness, I headed outside to, as one boy put it, "frolic" in the snow. A random photo shoto ensued. (Apologies for the no-makeup face... I hadn't realised there would be so much excitement!)
From almost no snow...
To the beginnings of a BLIZZARD!
(Okay, not really, but still.) Look at this. Seriously, it's beautiful.
I had to fulful my frolic duties, after all!
Good thing I went out, too... because how much is there now?
Hopefully I'll dream of snow tonight and it will be there when I wake up.
What are your thoughts on snow?