2.6.2010
Today real winter paid me a visit. I'm not talking about Senegalese winter either. Senegalese winter is nothing but the harmattan wearing a Jack Frost mask. I was walking the streets of Dakar and a cold breeze picked up. The breeze carried with it memory laden smells that immediately transported me to snow covered Yosemite. It wasn't even THAT cold but it had the sting of snow in it. It stopped me in my tracks and for a moment I left Senegal and went snow-shoeing. Build an ice cave. Went skiing. Walked in fresh fallen snow barefoot. Caught a falling flake on my tongue and shook others from my hair. I could even smell the cold damp dirt and wet pine. A passing taxi honked and I was instantly brought back. The warm sun beat down on me, but the memories lingered. I pulled my colla (scarf) tighter around my neck and continued on my way.
Closest I came to winter this year....
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3 comments:
Winter is still very much ongoing here - glad you got a chance to remember it even if it was brief!
Yosemite misses you!!!! You're coming home soon, aren't you? In May?
Ahh Yosemite--good times! It's great seeing your blog! You're really having quite an adventure!
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