This winter was the first time I'd
ever been freaked out by going home. As I sat drinking a glass of wine with a
friend on Celebration Avenue, a loudspeaker made an announcement to the throngs
of tourists gathering on the street.
"Once...In a magical land called
Celebration...a little girl made a wish that she could see snow..."
The voice in the loudspeaker
proceeded to get the entire street of people to wish as hard as they could for
world peace and for dreams to come true. And then it happened. It snowed.
After experiencing real snow for a
full winter, it was strange to sit on Celebration Ave and watch perfect
flurries fall from the sky while I was wearing a tank top.
Sidebar: For those
of you back home who have never seen snow, it's a lot like cold sand from hell.
But in a good way.
Celebration snow is not actually
snow. It's what residents refer to as "snope," a flurry of soap
bubbles designed to look like snow that conveniently melt into the sidewalk
after 20 minutes. No car scrapper needed.
It might not seem so magical once
you've moved north and have had to shovel off the top of your car, only to find
a dozen orange parking tickets frozen to your windshield.
But all and all, it's pretty much the
same thing.
Keep wishing for snow, Little Girl.
But snope is soooo much better.
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