I love snow!

Yes I am excited! I love snow, cause it made school closed for power outage. OK, I do feel very bad for people who are suffering in the darkness at such a chilly weather when you walking on the street your legs felt like icicles. But no school for one day means extra time for me to do work in the coffee shop for my essay, and i get to come home smelling like roasted coffee beans.

As I was grown up in the south of south, I just love snow. In my memory, I have only seen it inside the big man made giant fridge that served as the indoor skating ring. Every year, we would have ice-sculpture exhibition that was always the highlight of the holiday season. They would ship the craftsmen from northern China and stored the ice sculptures indoor for days; when I was a kid, I always fancied about putting on the rental thick red jacket that was way too big for me, though I was a chubby kid. A picture with those transparent ice cubes was worth showing off to the classmates.

My first winter in Canada I saw the snow flakes falling, I ran out and played as if it's a dream come true. Snow piled over night outside our little road side balcony, it's so thick that it was high as half of my calf. I couldn't wait a minus to go outside and play with the snow. I ran to the football field at the back of my apartment building. The view was stunning; it's like miles and miles of white ground, so pure the white that I felt it's so "holy". Ha ha, how innocent was I. Yet, I would never forget that view. I went back home with icicle legs and my pants wet from top to bottom.

I wanted to taste the snow today, but Nico reminded me that since snow is frozen rain, and we have acid rain, thus it would be acid snow. That intimidates me. I wish the air is cleaner that I can just pop those icicles and eat them like lollipop.

Vancouver's first snow this year! It came so early, truly out of my expectation. I am happy that we can have a white Christmas this year. Usually, there's no snow until after Christmas, thus although it's cold @ Xmas day, but I have not yet experience a white Xmas. It's so peaceful to see the little snow flakes falling from the sky. It's not cold outside, a little windy. When the snow flakes touch my face, it feel like little kisses, very cute. The city looks so different under the white coating. It's peaceful, like a oil painting, with no rough edges, smooth.


This is the children's play ground of my building. Kids can never stay at home when there's snow outside. It's like the magic of heaven, signaling the Santa's visit. All those little feet, running on the white powder, jumping around, throwing snowballs. They left, but I can still hear their giggling sounds.

Scattered pieces of music,
Scattered memories,
Unfocused attention,

Unsettled heart.

Picking up pieces, in the rainy day

I miss the beautiful sunny days of autumn, with leaves changing color and crystal clear sky keeping blue as usual. Beautiful things die faster. Thus we remember their beauty, we praise their short life with pictures, poems, and painting. But nothing reserves such beautiful day better than our memory, ie, mental pictures.

We went to Lyn's Canyon on a pretty sunday afternoon. People were playing with icy cold water, dogs running around, teenagers fancying about jumping off the deep cliff to show off their brave-hearts; and me, standing beside the stream, just feeling warm under the sunshine, looking up to the sky. Nothing can be better than a moment like this.