A short blog about snow...

My twin brother and I have a strange primal thing about snow. Maybe it snowed on the night we were born? It was the 23rd of December. One of my very earliest memories is one of snow.

I was sitting on red kitchen linoleum with my brother with my hands plunged into a big blue basin my mother brought in from the garden. It was full of snow. She brought it in for us to mess around in because she wanted us to experience the stuff but thought it too cold for us outside.

She told me earlier today that I was two years old at the time. This what the Met Eireann rainfall radar reads as I write this .... 6:25 a.m. Tuesday 3rd February 2009 EST