The priceless Gift

I'm 42 today. Which isn't a bad thing in general, though my dear father-in-law couldn't help but reminding  me with a broad smile that I was "in the second term now". Nicely put. Well, I think I can deal with that.

Sitting at my desk, I look outside my window, sipping a bit of multivitamin juice ("native fruits", whatever that means - native to Europe?) and enjoying the brilliant fall colors that present themselves in the sunshine. And suddenly a memory comes back..

35 years ago, during my first year of school, I was sitting at my desk as well. The sky wasn't as baby-blue as it is today, but rather gray-ish. I was staring outside the window just as I do today. And suddenly... suddenly it started to snow. The first snow of the season!

I was thrilled!

There are gifts that are priceless.

When you're seven, you don't worry about icy roads or how to heat your house at low cost. All you care about is to get outside, build a snowman, go down the small hill near the old railway tracks (that were out of use even then) on a small wooden sled without ending up in the brook, and throwing snowballs at everyone who dares to get near you. And I guess that's what I did that afternoon...