Snow’s a new thing for me. Well, an old and a new thing. I was born in Northern Germany where the snow piled up high and thick on the pavements. Then I moved to Corsica and France, followed by England and, in neither of those countries did it ever snow much. I had the good fortune of spending many Christmases in Switzerland but even then, over the past decade or so, the snow has been a little shy to come to the lowlands where my family is. New England, where I moved in July 2016, is a whole other ball game. They still have snow here – and lots of it. And the first fall of snow is a big deal. The whole landscape changes. The ponds and lakes turn to ice. The ground gets coated by a blanket of white. People wear heavy snow boots and drive with thick, winter tyres. There are snow storms which grind everything to a halt, including, to the joy of many New England children, schools. The sound of snow ploughs becomes the lullaby to our nights and early mornings.
The other day, on the way to school, the first few snow flakes dropped from the sky onto my little girl’s hair. Use this image or simply he notion of snow to inspire your writing today.
Let your imagination take you where it will. Write for 5 minutes, no stopping, no looking back, no editing or criticising – just scribble!
Happy writing! 💫