Snowy Thursday

[franceslievens]

The first flakes fell while I was teaching. There weren't many of them and they were struggling to provide the white carpet the eldest pupil asked for. We looked out the window for some time and watched the flakes get thicker and their numbers grow. It's in abundance that they find their strength. By the time I left the building less than an hour later, the park had turned white and snow was falling so rapidly I'd turned into a little snowperson when I arrived at the other building. The rest of the afternoon snow fell steadily, turning Brussels into a fairytale-city – if you weren't too close to the ground.
I was glad I could go home on the underground train, which of course didn't have any trouble with the snow. The walk home from the station was actually a jolly one. Lots of people coming home were shovelling their pavement. I wanted to thank them for easing my walk. Others did not think of shovelling. By yesterday their pavements had turned into a neck-breaking icy substance. Not everyone knows how to behave neighbourly.
My adventures in the snow went on on Friday when the school did their annual walk to the cinema multiplex for a Christmas film viewing. It was cold, but we had clear blue skies while walking. It must have been a sight: a long line of hundreds of children with cold hands and cold feet, ready to warm themselves on A Christmas Carol