Let It Snow

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Today the city of Gdansk looks like an excerpt from a Hans Christian Andersen novel. Falling in light, white flakes, bit by bit, ice crystals are covering the streets and age-old buildings. But this snow is different than the one I know from New York City. This particular snow is on a mission. It is a predetermined calling that says, I will turn this city into a magical, little town that it’s meant to be in a dead of winter. I will enhance the landscapes of the ruins by painting its tops with frozen, white fluff. I will put a white blanket over everything to hide any imperfections. On this very day, I will frost-white senseless!

Last night, when I walked around the streets of Gdansk, I was in awe of how beautiful the city is at night during the winter. Contemplatively, I admired how the delicate veil of white snow, and dim street lamps accentuated the ancient, brick stone edifices. Massive churches tucked inside narrow streets, standing proud as the oldest buildings. I must admit, there is something mystical about walking into a tight corridor, lined with worn out cobble stones, brushing up against a thousand year old wall. It always gets me thinking; how many fingers have brushed up against that wall in the past centuries? What had happened in the dark alleys of these streets? What were the people like? What did they wear on a freezing, wintery night? What did they look like? Were they joyful?

Today, the snow decided to take it up a notch. It is now diligently covering the perimeters of the city in an abundant layer of white, heavenly substance. It’s as if though God was saying: “I am charge, I say when it’s going to be truly white. Get out your snow boots, your hats, your gloves and be ready. I have painted the world white. And there is nothing you can do about it.”

I say, let it snow...