When I Walk Outside

The weather is very familiar. For the first time in ten years, I was reminded of the weather in St. Petersburg. I remember walking my little cousin to school in the early mornings of Russia’s January. It was dark and windy and cold. And oh, there was so much snow. In fact, I got lost one time on the way back. It was pitch black, but I could still somehow see the snow swirling on the ground. Or maybe I didn’t see it; only felt it.

Tonight’s a lot like that, and it brings back good memories 🙂 miserable as this weather is.