It has been snowing non-stop for about seventy-eight days now. Woo hoo! Who’s laughing now, Flopsy? Come, friendly low-pressure cold fronts! Down with springtime! Death and destruction to the Amaryllidaceae family of perennial flowering bulbs!

Truth is, I’m a bit disappointed by the snow. It seems that, like me, it doesn’t want to settle in Bonn. Actually, I’m more disappointed for it. After coming down all this way, snow deserves a better fate than instantly melting on contact with some snotty piece of pavement.

I wish it would stay longer, because Germany looks good in white. Even the most objectionable pieces of local architecture are rendered merely gut-sinkingly bleak with a light dusting of snow. Yesterday I went for a walk in the forest during a snow storm and it was pretty frickin wunderbar. Reminded me of the first times I visited Germany, before the foreign had become familiar.

Here’s a photograph*:

Oh, all right, my camera’s still broken. It looked more this:

This inspired to write some haikus as soon as I had regained the feeling in my fingers. To wit:

Flurry of whiteness
Trees surrender to the snow
I’m missing Countdown

Snow falling
Means only one thing
Wet socks

A bit pretentious
To walk around in the snow
Let’s face it

If you go down
Pigeon Street here are the people
You could meet

Harder than it looks
This haiku-writing business
Bloody Zen buddhists

etc.

*Spanks, Roblisameehan and blacklord**
** Though I nearly didn’t credit you because of your stupid Flickr names