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I always remember days like this one.
Where the air is crisp, its snowing, and the wind is blowing so hard it takes your breath away.
The snow sticks to your coat, flutters on your eyelashes. My feet and hands get cold, I can't feel my ears, but it dosen't matter.
Then I come home, the light is pouring in the window, the wind whistles outside, the snow twirls, beautiful and I am warm with a cup of tea.
This is exactly how I remember last December, and just yesterday I was missing that.
Where the air is crisp, its snowing, and the wind is blowing so hard it takes your breath away.
The snow sticks to your coat, flutters on your eyelashes. My feet and hands get cold, I can't feel my ears, but it dosen't matter.
Then I come home, the light is pouring in the window, the wind whistles outside, the snow twirls, beautiful and I am warm with a cup of tea.
This is exactly how I remember last December, and just yesterday I was missing that.