For the first time this morning, I woke up to a chilly cold spell, and upon opening the window curtains at my hotel room, I could not believe my eyes as the neighborhood was painted white with snow.
Parked cars were partially submerged into snow and my first instinct drove me to quickly grab my digital camera and snap a few shots of the scenery. This is exciting, I thought to myself.
Once done with my quick shower, off I went for breakfast at the normal dining area of the hotel and the first person I met at the door was this cab driver — whom I only know his first name, Philippe — a very calm guy and sometimes he can be talkative.
I asked him if he can take a few shots of me with the snow background, and he was like, “Man, for real? We all hate this weather, thought we were done."
He noticed my excitement and said, "Brother you are lucky you never experienced this much earlier. Wish you came here in December, because we had the worst winter ever."
“Click, click,” from the camera as I stood smiling with some snow white background. In less than two minutes, I could feel my knees get cold and thought to myself, “Philippe was right, it is truly cold.” Off I went for breakfast.
We all live in two different worlds all together. Coming from Africa, where we don’t get to see snow, can be very fascinating for someone like me.
Thomas Bwire is a visiting journalist from Kenya.
