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I really don’t like sludge, when snow mixes with mud and turns the streets into giant slides. I hate it when you forget to wear boots and your foot sinks into apparently shallow snow to your ankle. I really hate it when I’ve just done my hair and left my umbrella home, and then it starts snowing gently enough to frizz and freeze it all up!

But I love snow… It’s the closest thing I’ve experienced to magic as an adult.

I like the flakes when they cover my coat and hat so that I look like a small Yeti. And I really like it when the snowflakes fall rapidly and swirl so that the whole world is spotted white. It’s absolutely lovely when I wake up early on a Sunday morning and feel the snow outside, because of the eerie light through my window. I know that when I go out, there’ll be a thin crust formed on top of the night-fallen snow, so that walking on it feels like digging into a vast crême brulée: tap crust, crunch in, dive into softness. How can you not be in awe of a multi-coloured world naturally processed to black and white?

Best of all are snowball fights, with projectiles made from clean snow swept off the roadsides. Did you know that being dunked head down into thick snow is like being dunked underwater in the sea? You get the same breathless feeling and you come out with the same determination for revenge!

I'm looking forward to a white white world :)