OK, so it's not snowing. But Laura Marling's version sounds far more poetic.
I'm moving today. Back to Wales, back to my university city of Cardiff, back to the fatherland (mon pere est gallois). And I feel OK about it.
I took these photos on New Year's Eve. My head and my heart felt full, and when this happens, I tend to head out onto the moor for fresh air and thinking space. And as I surveyed my little kingdom, and though about how soon I'd be leaving it, and all the people nearby, behind, I felt... brave. OK, so it isn't the biggest leap I've ever made- I've still got university friends in Cardiff, I have family 30 miles down the road, but it's something I am doing for me.
There are things I'm going to miss massively- some are tangible like my bed, the cat, many a person- particularly those who have talked me into going despite them not-so-secretly not wanting me to go. Some, however, are less tangible. The feeling I get when I stand on the moor and can't see a car or another person. The quiet. The view from my bedroom window, or the way mum comes and wakes me with a cup of tea when she's working and I'm not.
I'm hopeful that this is a good move. It's certainly a sensible move. It's a much better job, it's far more sensible for me to be in a city, it really isn't that far away, I love the people I have there. And I am so excited. And terrified, but only in that really really good way.
So let's do this. Let's go and be brave, and do the things that are good for us, even if we have to be talked into them. Let's move on, drive across bridges and into countries which both are and aren't different, towards the future Alice who is waiting for me there.