Not Unexpected

It was predicted. It was not unexpected.  It was inevitable.  It was never beyond the realm of impossible.  It was quite a sight when I woke up in the morning.  If you think I am talking about Trump….you’re wrong.

No, instead, I am thinking about snow. The white blanket has returned.  Barely enough to announce its presence, and certainly not nearly enough to ski on.  However, it is a clear indication that as all Game of Thrones fans have heard before.  Winter is coming.

Normally the first snowfall happens when I am at work and the audible shrieks of delight or confusion or just plain wonder escape my students lips. For some of them, this will be the first time they have ever seen snow.  Now, before it gets truly cold and before the snow makes slush piles on the road, they will be happy.  I wonder how they will feel in January.

 

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About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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One Response to Not Unexpected

  1. You have captured this moment, and your feelings, beautifully !!! I totally agree with you – I am always excited at first, but, I will admit that a long winter can be tiring. I think deep inside I truly love the beach over the snow, even though I grew up in Canada.

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