Every year, when winter introduces itself again, I wake with hopeful thoughts. I shoot up expecting to see the earth covered in a sheet of white beauty. To feel the serenity and peacefulness that rushes down my back like a cold, cleansing shower. But every morning I'm dissappointed yet again. After a while it gets tiring to be disappointed over and over so I gave up. I gave up until last week, when the temperatures suddenly dropped into the negative values. It was sunday morning when I jumped out of bed only to find that my expectations were finally fulfilled, it had indeed snowed. It wasn't a lot, but it was there, and that is what I care most about. 

It's that time of the year again, the very beginning. Everytime the new year creeps up, people start to get excited, they share pictures, write letters and lists, everything they want to improve. Since I posted my new years resolutions on here last year, I decided to do it again this year.. after all, I am a lover of tradition ;)