A sudden longing for winter.

I have this sudden longing for winter & snow. Maybe it's because I'm running on 4 hours of sleep but I feel like I'm dreaming. I layed down & closed my eyes for a second and remembered my epic long walk in the snow. I'd had a fight with my mother that morning and took off walking with no destination. I made my way across the Brooklyn Bridge which due to the falling snow, was almost empty.

The city, this dirty rotten city I live in was covered by a crisp clean sheet of snow. It's was so beautiful it brought me to tears, that damn stendahl syndrome I suffer from, always feeling too much.

I'm proud of my blog commitment so far, it's recent but wayyy better than any other year of it's existance. I just re-read everything again & I'm the same person, growing but the same, changing yet the same... It's hard to describe without sounding redundent but I like it.

I'm like a tree, changing with the seasons.

I don't know why it suddenly came into my mind but I'd love to expirence it again. I can't wait for the first real snow fall.

I'm just longing for winter.