During my run last night the drizzly rain turned into fat, fluffy flakes of snow, which seemed like a blessing. I held out hopes that it would stay; there hasn't been nearly enough snow this winter for my tastes or (more importantly) for the farmers.
At about 3 this morning I stepped outside my hut to run to the bathrooms and it was still coming down. How much snow did we end up getting? About this much.
There's something about the snow out here- it makes everyone seem happier, brighter, more playful. I must have walked by at least three or four snowball fights- and participated in one, too; my throwing arm is better than I remembered!. People were smiling- I was grinning like a damned fool.
And snow monsters! Hooray for the dreaded Afghani snow monsters, even if we didn't make one ourselves.
Happy happy happy happy happy day. I needed this. It'll be slush and annoying soon enough, but for today, it was gorgeous and bright and fantastic.