On Friday 2nd December, 2011 I saw snow fall for the first time in my life.
How is that possible? some of you may ask. You really haven’t seen snow fall before?
I’m Australian. Where I grew up the weather never got cold enough to snow. I’ve seen snow on the ground when visiting other places (three times in my life) but I’d never ever seen it fall from the sky. Now I live in China, and here it definitely gets cold enough to snow.
So for those of you who take snow for granted, let me take you on a quick journey.
“I Do Not Believe in Snow”
In the movie The King and I with Yul Brynner and Deborah Kerr, there is a classic scene where Mrs. Anna is teaching the King’s children. She mentions snow. The children, who have grown up in Burma, have never seen snow so she must explain what it is. Then the young prince stands up and defiantly says, ‘I do not believe in snow!’
We all get a good laugh out of the concept…but sometimes it’s not so far from the truth.
I was once talking to a 6-year-old Australian boy who proclaimed the same disbelief. I pointed to a picture of a snow-covered mountain.
‘See?’ I said. ‘The top of the mountain is covered in snow.’
He looked at me, sighing at my gullibility. ‘It’s white sand.’
And then I realised something. He had grown up in a city built on sand, where the local beach was blindingly pale. To him white sand was a reality. Snow was inconceivable (and that word does mean what I think it means).
Even at Christmas time, the average temperature in Australia is well over 30 degrees Celsius (86 Fahrenheit). The closest a shop windows gets to frost is the tiny pieces of styrofoam strewn over the window dressing and white paint sprayed into the corners of the glass. Santa never sets foot out of the air-conditioned interior of the shopping centre because he’d overheat before he made it to the car park.
Now imagine seeing snow through those eyes.
The falling flakes conjuring up the idea of cloud dandruff.
Everything covered as if dusted with desiccated coconut.
The first crunch as you put your foot out the door, like you’d just walked into a slushy machine.
All that surrounds you is new, white, entrancing.
A Wider Context
Now think bigger. What in your life do you take for granted?
- Where you live.
- Your family.
- Your job.
- Your pets.
- Your experiences.
These are all things which you may view as boring. Yet, to other people, they are new, special, intriguing – perhaps something they’ve always wondered about but never actually experienced.
Stop and think for a moment. Look at yourself and your life.
Because these things give you your writing voice.
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December 16, 2011 at 9:51 pm
This is a really neat concept. Having grown up in Pennsylvania we had all 4 seasons, which included more than our fair share of snow. But you’re right! Had I not grown up seeing the leaves change and snow fall, I might think of the world differently. It reminds me that everything is relative to each person’s experiences.
December 17, 2011 at 10:31 am
Thanks for the comment, Stephanie. 🙂
I’m still not used to the trees losing their leaves in winter, but at least they made beautiful colours while they fell.
December 16, 2011 at 11:14 pm
What a thought provoking topic! Very closely related to a pet theme of mine ‘you don’t know what you don’t know’. (That sentence does make sense, it’s all about where you place your emphasis…)
I think I’ve experienced falling snow in Australia before… In fact, I think I have experienced it twice before. The problem is not with my memory, the problem is whether it was actually snow! The first time was at high school – it was winter, a particularly cold breeze was haunting the corridors around the brick buildings, and all at once I noticed what looked like tiny tufts of cotton skittling past. It was entrancing sight, and perhaps all the more magical because of it’s ambiguity.
The second time was years later atop a snowy mountain, and it seemed more like sleet then snow. It certainly didn’t capture my wonderlust.
A recent documentary on Yellowstone National Park, USA, introduced me to ‘diamond dust’. It was incredible. The temperature was so cold that every element of moisture in the air was frozen and literally sparkled in the sunlight. This wasn’t the surfaces of ground or trees sparkling, this was the very air glittering! It was breathtakingly beautiful!
I love the footprints in your photo, they look like a story waiting to be told.
December 17, 2011 at 10:36 am
Thanks for sharing your wonderful descriptions! Diamond dust sounds spectacular. Far more fun than ‘freezing fog’ which I’ve only recently encountered.
I was so excited when I saw the footprints. Real footprints in real snow! You’re right, there must be a story in them.