A Snowy Winter in Boston
A photo-story from my window and beyond
It has been snowing a lot since the beginning of the year. This is my second winter in Boston, and last year we only experienced a big snowfall once. But 2025 has started cold —very cold— and wet.
See a video I created with clips from my phone:
I have enjoyed the sight of snowflakes dancing down from the sky, piling up, one after the other, on tree branches and cars alike. I’ve learned about the different kinds of snow one can experience. The first fall is delicate and melts at the touch of a fingertip. A day later —if it’s not too cold— the snow may still be moist and fluffy, and you can then make a chubby snowman. But after that, with cooler temperatures, it becomes another kind of materiality. The top becomes crisp and solid, and the ground dangerous.
In New England, the local authorities do a very good job cleaning out the roads for cars to circulate, but the clearance of pathways is typically dependent on the street residents. And not everyone is as diligent as they should be. Two days ago, I fell over dramatically. It was right outside my building and the direct cause was a puddle that had frozen and it was almost impossible to see. The bruises will surely come; until then, I am dealing with the soreness stoically.
This week we went from the 20s °F (-7 °C / -1 °C) to the 40s °F (5 °C / 10 °C), and it felt incredible. I still remember when I moved to Hungary from Thailand, wearing multiple layers of thermal clothes. The coldest winter day there was 39 °F (4 °C). I guess I’ve acclimatised.
With the end of February, the longing for the beginning of spring is very present, and I’ve already manifested it in my house. Outside, the snow piles will slowly melt, the ice on the lakes defrost, and the first daffodils emerge. I cannot wait.
See some winter-inspired articles I wrote:
Beautiful tulips 🌷
And I hope you are recovering ok from your fall!