A spool of forgotten memory stirs. I’d taken my first flight ever, about to land in a place called Amsterdam, place my feet on a country other than mine. As I went clanking down the giant staircase they had wheeled to the door of the plane, a gust of winter wind hit my face like a tight slap. Born and raised in the hot hot east coast of a tropical peninsula, none of my cells had ever experienced cold. And now for the first time ever, every single one of them felt like an ice lolly.
I stepped into the warm KLM bus, and thawed into a human. That’s when I saw it. Through the windshield as wide as the world. My first snowflake. It floated like a dandelion and stayed hovering just to delight my eyes. More dandelions joined the ballet and my world wide windshield soon filled my eyes with wonder …and snow.