First Snow

4 am. Asleep in the fort. My phone rings. "Stand up and look out the window."
What do I see?
My best friend, standing below, waving to me while snow falls all around him.














Thus began this monumentally wintery day.

Rather than catch the normal bus to work, my roommate and I decided to walk halfway there. Sauntering through the quiet, snow-covered neighborhood, we were like little kids, exclaiming over each perfectly formed snowflake.
Today, we Americans were a conspicuous bunch. We're almost entirely from Southern California, and as such, are in awe of the snow. We did our best to hide our excitement from those whom might think it a little much, but the minute we greeted one another, the exclamations of joy resonated through the hallways.
Things at work were simple, shows canceled in exchange for sets, the parade slowly making it's way through heavy snowfall, the night parade canceled completely. Embracing our chance to leave work early, a group of us decided to walk the entire way home. Though it took us quite awhile, it was a long walk full of snowball fights, sliding down hills, and giant beaming smiles.

Now, it's time for this perfect day to come to an end. I can't think of a single way this day could have been improved upon.
I've had alot of those lately. Unforgettable days. Skipping work to go to the Champs-Elysees Christmas Market. Spending my entire day off in the fort with my best friend, watching movies and eating nothing but finger foods. These are the things I'll remember. Though I know I don't have many days left here, I know without a doubt that many of them are sure to be just as memorable.

Now, if only the French would stop striking so I could actually go somewhere to make these memories. Staying at home doing nothing, though memorable and great, is only memorable or great once or twice. After that, it's just boring. So let's get those trains going again folks, Paris beckons.