“5 DEC 1995. Today is a historic day. I saw and felt snow for the first time in my life – the REAL thing. I had heard on the radio that it was snowing in some parts of York, but seeing a bit of sunshine and clear skies today, I dismissed that snow would come our way. After three hours of lectures and tutorials, I returned home for a quick rest before returning to campus for a replacement class at 4pm. Lo and behold while I was in my room, I looked out of my window and there appeared a blizzard out there! I stood there mesmerised for a little while before I was jolted to my senses to capture the moment on camera. By the time I got out my camera and put in ta new role of film, the snow had blown away just as swiftly as it came!
On my way out to campus, it started to snow again, just slightly but enough to perk up my afternoon. After class, I stayed on in the library and left at 8pm to take the varsity mini bus home. Normally the bus would stop by my flat first, but for some reasons, the driver took a different route and sent me last. A blessing in disguise for I spent some 30 minutes enjoying Leeds at night and seeing snow-capped cars and pavements.”
That was my journal entry back then. One would think I have an obsession with snow! Well, I admit, I was “jakun” then, after all, it was the FIRST time seeing it actually fall from the sky, and not just looking into the freezer and feeling the frost! Think of tourists from cold countries coming to our country and appreciating the sun and sandy beaches, vice versa, I just love their white flakes!
That month end, I went to Scotland and believed I saw enough snow to last me a lifetime! Who knew we’d end up living in Moscow and surviving three Russian winters! Abundant of snow memories to last us, well, a long while!