I feel I much share. For the past two years, I have been living in Manchester England. When I moved here I had expected my winters to be white, which was an exciting prospect for a man growing up without ever seeing the wonder that is snow, but it was not to be. My hopes were quickly swepted away by the locals explaining that although it would reach sub-zero temperatures of the likes I have never experienced before, it would likely not snow.

I was heart broken, and ever now and again, the weather would tease me, and let just a little bit fall from the sky, but never enough to amount to anything.

But today I have been blessed. With only 7 weeks remaining before I return to the much missed shores of the land Downunder and the beautiful sun shiney state of Queensland, I was greeted this morning as I stepped out to got to work with a scene I have only ever seen on christmas cards. Everything was white.

To say I was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. I found myself filled with an orgasmic, school-boy like glee as I made my morning drudge to work. Though I fear that it would have vanished by the time I leave work, that's the sun that is now shining bright (of all the days for the cheeky bastard to show his face), but I have been told that I may be in for some more through out the week.

It is a good day. I can now leave with one less thing to regret :-D