Sex and snow

Spring is in the air, flowers are blooming20150219_115550, and it looks like my experiences of snow for this year will remain limited to the four days  that we had in January.

Still, those four days were rather exciting.

As a child growing up in South Africa,  snow was a bit like sex.

It’s something I saw other people enjoying on TV …something potentially fun, exciting, wet and a dangerous without the right protection…

But, it was also something that I was not going to experience until I became an adult and, even then, only if I was proactive about it.

Seeing snow for the first time as an adult filled me with childlike wonder. It sparkles! It really sparkles like glitter and badly designed vampires! I thought that was made up.

IMG-20150131-WA0004When I woke up on the first day it snowed, I was as excited as a little kid. I pulled on my shoes, jogged to the Spaarnwoude Park, and played in it like the really big kid that I am.

It was awesome.

I built a snowman, jumped into snowdrifts, cracked ice and otherwise ran around with the glee of a 30-year-old woman, who doesn’t know any of the neighbours and thus feels no shame in dancing with no restraint while singing all the lyrics of Frozen.

Of course, given how many ditches and canals there are, the real trick was trying to  figure out which areas were formerly bike-paths and which would lead to a really cold bath…

Next year, I will be ready with better gloves, skates and a snowman design. Do you want to build a snowman? Yes, yes you do.

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About Danika Marquis

Danika is an e-learning developer at TUDelft and former radio lecturer at Rhodes University.
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1 Response to Sex and snow

  1. Nadia says:

    Snow is awesome! I ran around with my school kids, throwing a few snowballs and just holding some in my hand. Love the photos! 🙂


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