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.
