I left Canada three years ago, and now I’m home in Gent.  So deeply home.

As I look to my future, I know that I’ll visit my Canadian friends again and again.  But I have no desire to slog through deep snow and shiver in -20 Celsius temperatures.

So … I’ve had the thought: “I’ll never throw a snowball again.”

Wrong!

Five centimetres have landed, and it keeps falling!  Magical.  It’s the first time for me – Gentian snow staying on the ground.

I made a snowball on my way to The Cobbler this morning.  I dropped into various stores, threatening friends and employees with my white weapon.  Nobody seemed impressed, and I didn’t launch the ball towards any face.  No one thought it was funny.  Oh well. 

My snowball ended up in the sink at The Cobbler.  Upon leaving the building, I made another.  I came across three young boys doing what Canadian kids do – having a snowball fight.

I stood nearby with my hand behind my back.  I picked a victim.  And when he was focused on his friends, I wheeled around and launched!  Missed his head, got his chest.  Lots of laughs in every direction.

Okay, this may be a “one-off”.  Perhaps I won’t see this much snow in Gent again.

But what fun in the moment of now!