We had snow yesterday.
Not that we weren’t expecting it. We had been warned enough times over the past few days.
You see, there is a certain ritual to welcoming snow here, even in a place such as Amsterdam, where one should expect that the arrival of snow would not shock much.
The ritual runs thus: weather forecasts for days, announcing the arrival of snow ‘at the beginning of next week’. Everyone talks about it everywhere – at work, on the bus, in the queue at the supermarket.
And then, as the promised day draws near, the forecast begins to change, pushing its arrival a bit further into the future – six hours later than was originally forecast, then one day later than was originally forecast, and then three days later … and so it goes.
Until the snow mysteriously disappears from the forecast.
But once in a while, it doesn’t quite pan out that way, and we end up actually getting the promised (or threatened) snow. And on the day it was initially forecast to appear.
Yesterday was one such day. We may have another soon.
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