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 š miserable as this weather is.
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