Walking in snow is like falling off a bicycle...

or what my life has been missing for years.

Winter has officially arrived and with a force. It has been snowing pretty steadily since Sunday night and I have been loving every moment of it. Between the soft gentle drifts and the sideways driving snow, I find it perfect and am seriously enjoying the season, with its lovely sparkling coldness. The first breath of icy air when stepping out my front door hurts and feels wonderfully refreshing, like a quick cleansing of ick. It is fantastic. Then I take a look around and see everything covered in snow and I giggle. I have a feeling most Czechs think I am out of my mind as I walk around smiling, giggling and jumping up and down as carefully as I can, marveling at this fantastic wonderland I find myself in. I often find myself just walking through town, looking at the transformation that has happened over night.

I can't believe how quickly walking in the snow has come back to me. It is really like falling off a bicycle: once you know how to do it, you can do it for the rest of your life. It is sort of like my cynical joy. There is something about this weather which reminds me to embrace that strange sense of sarcastic optimism I have. I can't tell you how much I missed it, much like snow.