As our normal winter days (rain) have arrived, this is the sight we had a few weeks ago… oh… so lovely!
When it snows here, in the Portland of the West Coast, everything stops. I love it!
Everything is beautiful.
Everything is quiet.
Stores close early, or open late. Schools are closed. Everything seems closed. Except the coffee shops, of course. Let’s keep our priorities straight. But everything else, shuts down. Portland shuts down. And it’s fun. It’s like a big city-party.
People walk outside. Kids walk in groups towards the park with sleds, garbage can lids and all sorts of make-shift sleds in tow. People cross country skiing. Others riding their bikes. Yes… their bikes! Oh wait… that’s my kids along with few others. Well you know, it is Portland after all! Portland = coffee + bikes + beer. Snow or not, all-together, or not, but probably all in one day.
It is fun. Totally fun!
Everybody says “hi” and smile more. We are all happy and excited to have this white fluff around. It’s the same feeling of the first days in the spring. Everyone comes out of our homes and start to garden, or go for bike rides, or walk. Maybe snow and sunshine (I guess), are a rare thing in our Portland.
The park turns into a (more!) magical, fun place.
The pool you can’t even see. Barely across the river, to the hills. But it doesn’t matter, because we are here to have fun. To be here. Everyone is here. (You can’t really see it from these photos, but this is a steep hill! That’s why we are here.)
The sight is beautiful, energizing and fun. It is a big party. BYOS (bring your own sled) party.
Kids yelling, laughing, playing, having fun. Some crying too. This is snow in a steep hill and a cold day after all! It is slippery, and tiring for those little feet too. But mostly, there’s laughter all around. Smiling, pink cute faces.
Parents keeping an eye. Some parents yelling too. Some worried. For us, watching our kids have so much fun with this rare gift from nature. It is a real treat.
Taking it all in.
For four days, every heater vent was surrounded by wet clothes, hoping it will dry up by the next snow outing, just few minutes later. Can we turn the heater up, Mamá?
What a weekend that was.
Memories were created that will last a lifetime. A magical snowy winter. I can’t ask for more than that. A perfect winter weekend. A perfect winter.