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Bon Journal
A whiter shade of pale
This morning I woke up to a clean film of pure white snow covering all that's dead and dying. It's gotten cold enough to freeze. And the white makes everything seem so still and quietly beautiful.
My Malaysian neighbour and friend in Singapore once asked me what snow was like. Just open your freezer, I told him.
The first time I encountered snow was in North Carolina. Or was it New Jersey? I can't remember. But it was very exciting.I didn't know that you couldn't see snowflakes. I didn't know there were different types of snow. I later learned that the wrong kind of snow could cause delays for British trains.
It kept snowing all day long. I was thankful for a ride from a new friend. I had forgotten how comfortable and convenient it was to be in a car.
Later I cycled on icy roads and almost fell.
The world looks different under a sheet of clean snow. It hides all the ugliness and imperfection. I had forgotten that it can be beautiful even when it's cold.
