It's snowing great fat smeary flakes. They didn't stick to the cobbles and paving stones of Gamla Stan - the old town, where my office sits, smack dab in front of the royal palace - but once I reached the sluice on my way home, the snowflakes seemed to be painting the sidewalks white as I passed, so thick and wet that my gloves were soaked through just brushing the snow off my overcoat when I came in from the cold, at our apartment building.
I love the first snow of the winter. It makes me feel like a little kid again.
The Swedish word for the day is snögubbe. It means snowman.
- by Francis S.
Thursday, November 08, 2001
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