That's what they say, at least.
The truth is, I remember the last time it snowed in Johannesburg. That was in September 1981. Everyone was so excited, especially when they let us go home early from school.
It's not that there was much snow, but we enjoyed it. We threw snowballs and made 10cm snowmen. By the next day, the white winter was gone.
For a few more years after that, I waited expectantly for snow. Each winter, I'd look out at the crystal clear blue sky- and hope.
But, it never came.
People explaines that it never snows in Joburg, how '81 was a freak incident.
Eventually I stopped hoping.
12:30 a.m. Wednesday- a thunderbolt shook my children out of bed. Their knocking on the door woke me.
As I calmed them and prepared to return them to bed, something prompted me to look out of the window. Before my unbelieving eyes, I saw hundreds of little flakes floating down.
By the morning, everything was covered in a light coat of white. Ok, there was less of it than there had been 26 years ago, but it was snow.
The children scooped it up in their hands (unaware of the need for gloves), slipped and slid and had a wonderful morning.
"Snowburg" the newspaper headlines cheerfully proclaimed.
As people marvelled at the white wonder (everyone seemed a little happier than usual), the snow made me think.
About things that we believe will never happen. About how when they takes longer than expected, we start to imagine it will never happen.
It made me think about Moshiach.