I slipped almost 5 times – the first few happened in Coquitlam, the last ones along Melville. But I do not blame the snow. I love it. I hope it never rains, and would just snow forever. Didn’t I tell you I hate winter? The only reason why I hate winters – which I only experienced in Vancouver as we never have winter in my country – is because we rarely get snow and the rain is there to pester us forever.
Don’t get me started with rains. In the Philippines, I am as familiar with rains as I am with sunshine. It’s like the Filipino way of eating – there is always fork AND spoon. Or for Canadians, a medium double-double coffee and an Everything bagel with plain cream cheese. Or for Russians, vodka and… vodka.
Thank God it snowed today. I still find it beautiful, especially how when it snows, the whole world suddenly becomes a playground. From the train on my way to school, I would see kids making a snowman on the school’s football field. Lovers walking on the white streets suddenly look like they have the best love story in the world. It is almost like walking hand in hand with the Eiffel Tower in the background.
I opened the classroom door, greeted everyone a warm “Good morning” and a polite “Sorry” to my professor. Nobody seemed to mind. It was as if everyone was expected to be late because of the snow.
Time went by a bit fast. The teacher sent us on break at 10:30 in the morning. For a minute I checked my Twitter account to read what my bestfriend had to say, grabbed my wallet and got my tall chai tea latte at the Starbucks right across the building. Basically, that’s my everyday class routine, except that sometimes, I also think about love in between.
This day will end, and it will lead us to tomorrow – it will be January 19 – it will be The Thursday of our life.
Beautifully written! Love this one.