Just three days ago it felt like after no winter at all spring was here. The Sun was shining, the grass was going green, pidgeons were fucking right under our windows and some spring flowers bloomed.
It was also Shrove Tuesday, which here in Estonia usually means going sledding, eating pea soup (eww) and vastlakuklid (a bread bun filled with sweet whip cream and sprinkled powdered sugar on top, sometimes but not always also has jam inside but I hate jam). This year there was no sledding to be, as it hadn't snowed since last winter (except one day when it snowed just a tiny bit and it melted as fast as it came down).
I haven't actually celebrated Shrove Tuesday in years either, not to speak of doing so properly with toys made from bones and competing who sleds the furthest for growth luck on the fields (not that anyone I know even has fields of their own).
The next morning
I woke up to a fucking blizzard (and not the pidgeon kind of fucking). There was snow all over the ground, cars and rooftops, not to mention in the air. It snowed non-stop until the next day!
In the afternoon our downstairs neighbor's daughter decided to build a snowman. Pretty innocent plan, don't you think? Would've never guessed the snowman could be creepy as heck.
Just look at it's dead red eyes, it's big brows and close to expressionless face just staring at you. The only bit of expression you could get from it is "god, why? Why have I been put into this world?"
The next day I thought of going out with my kid to build a snowman of our own next to it so it wouldn't feel so confused and lonely but it appeared to be too could outside for snow to stick.
Moreover, when I looked out of the kitchen window to check on the snowman in the morning, it looked just like it would attack anyone approaching it that day. It even got worse as the evening came closer.
It looks like something straight from someone's nightmares.
Despite the snowman being all angry and aggressive-looking we still went outside to play with some snow. Well, I played with it while my kid stood in one spot squinting his eyes probably thinking I was weird. I tried laying him down and flapping my hands as to make him do a small snow angel but he continued looking at me confused. Oh well, at least I had some fun, lol!
Oh, and the snowman's mouth fell off.
Another night passed and the snowman went from furious to worried. I wonder what's on it's mind. Is it the fact we couldn't build it a companion? (Sorry, man, the snow didn't stick!) Or is it because we were too busy being scared it'd come haunt us at night to go drop it a simple "hey, snowman, how you doing"? Maybe it feels all depressed and lonely, nobody wants to be it's friend or come close to it because of it's unfortunate looks? It's not you, poor snowman, it's us. We don't deserve you.
Here's an initiative: let's cheer this son of a snowfall up. If you have any snow where you live, go outside, make a snowman (or any other snow creature) and post 'em in the comments (or make a whole new post) to show this snow golem he does have friends! (Or if you have any pidgeon porn, that's also welcome).
How long do you think the snow will last? Forecasts are hard to believe and the weather is as unpredictable as a woman on their period (I'm joking, I'm joking, fellow ladies, please don't eat me alive!).