BY EMILY DICKINSON
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town –
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down –
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig –
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
A few days of every year the Blue Mountains, and towns like Leura and Katoomba, turn white and a little bit of magic swirls and twirls in the air before landing softly. And for the first time in my life I was able to witness this very special moment. I had made the trip from Sydney to Leura for a 2.30 pm appointment I had arranged at the block. I was dressed poorly for the occasion given it was well known that the big freeze had hit and snow was expected and my scarf and jacket were not at all made for 0 degrees, maybe 16 but not 0.
At 2.30 pm I did not see any trace of snow but the air was crisp and I felt the chill. As the onsite meeting progressed I could see through the door frame dust of white flakes start to fall.
I stopped talking.
I was mesmerised. It was snow. I had never seen snow so close to Sydney and like a child I was mesmerised.
After another appointment I had at 3.30 I felt the weather take a turn and suddenly the flakes started to fall more earnestly and what had previously looked like a normal winters day turned very quickly to a white winter festival.
I had to pull over and simply stop. Stop thinking. Stop talking. It was enchanting, simply enchanting.
I will not forget this moment, Friday 24 June 2016.
I hear there is more snow to be expected next weekend. How exciting!