Andermatt
Hi. It’s been a while. How are you?
I might be a little rusty at this, but I’m sitting by a window, watching the snow come tumbling down, feeling intensely grateful to be here.
My little romantic heart is swelling with the joy of experiencing a white Christmas.
We were here once before, but the weather was all together different. For instance:
My brother and I went out for a walk in the pouring snow. And when we stopped at a bridge to take some pictures, he asked me “does this qualify as ‘frightful’? Would this be the weather that inspired someone to sing ‘the weather outside was frightful’?”
I don’t think it could be.
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Not when you’re bundled up warm, creating fresh tracks in the clean snow with your favorite brother.
While we were out wandering, we found a little duck swimming along in the river. It kept shaking the snow off of its feathers and beak, but otherwise didn’t seem bothered. Eventually it flew away.
So, yes, it’s different than it was in May.
Not better or worse, just different.
Each incredibly charming in its own way.
