It was the first time I saw snow and my mother was the same. I enjoy it immensely. I like the bleak weather, like places with a cold climate and numbness. The white of the snow seemed to make the air more solitary. Here, I was satisfied.
When I got home, I was exhausted. Although it was morning in Vietnam, I should have been awake. But the long flight and the sleepy sleep made me no longer have the strength. I showered and prepared to go to sleep. I was set up in a private room, small but with a full mattress. I used to know small rooms like that, which looked much more comfortable than a big room to see.
Outside, golden lights pouring down snowy roads looked interesting. There is a heater in the house, so I love it, but try to come out the door to see it, more than a refrigerator. I was sent some food to the balcony because the fridge was too tight. I gingerly opened the door, reached out and put the package of food out there and closed it immediately. Oh my cold hands. People call jokes on the balcony a natural fridge. With that temperature, just throw out the food outside, keep the refrigerator closed and stay safe.
In the morning, I could see more clearly the snow roads below. The sepia buildings, withered trees, smoke rising from the houses reminded me of the gloomy scenes of Europe I had read or seen somewhere. But this is America. In general, it is also cold. I continued to look out the window to watch the snow like a child. Images of snow-covered cars on the roof, pine branches heavy on the snow, the winter scenery is quiet and calm. The scene was both familiar and strange to describe.
I watched the snow until I was called into the house to prepare lunch. The meal today has meat roll of rice paper, specialty brought in Vietnam. A delicious meal after a whole day of eating on the plane. After eating, it was time to walk around the street to see how America looked.
Enjoyed immensely, on the street, in the midst of the bright sunshine in the afternoon plus reflective snow white can make you dazzle. The murky look seems no longer. The roads in Washington are mostly not large, not crowded with vehicles like in Hanoi or Ho Chi Minh City. It is a quiet and peaceful place. The car passes through many small and steep roads, flanked by houses and forests of a large park. In Vietnam, few cities have such roads running through the forest. May have Da Lat or Pleiku.
Going through a beautiful white snow, my mother wanted to stop to take pictures. It was a small road, on one side was a forest, on the other side was a series of houses that were also beautifully covered in white snow. The houses were surrounded by large trees, looking natural and airy, not too adjacent. One of my relatives told me that the houses were so expensive, the rich people were all there. That’s right, the location is so beautiful. Most importantly, the houses are not close to each other, ensuring privacy, and spoiled for space for planting trees and decorations.
My mother tried to smile to take a picture and both mother and daughter got back into the car because the outside was too cold, my mother was not used to it. I stepped on the snow piles, feeling its porous and mischievous playfulness. Oh, I’m so childish. I am thinking of fantasy scenes in Andersen fairy tales or frames in Narnia. Come on, wake up, this is America, not Europe.
The afternoon sun started to fade, indicating the sunset was about to fall. The car of the family members took us along Washington DC’s famous Potomac River. Heard, in the spring, when the snow melts, it warms up, the cherry blossoms bloom on both sides of Potomac so beautiful. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay until then to see the cherry blossoms blooming though I had seen it somewhere on the picture. Naturally remember “Norwegian Wood” “.
We went through other landscapes that I intended to go a few days later. It was the White House, Capitol Hill, Washington Monument … I began to be conquered by the beauty of this city.