Writer's Block: White air
I would love it if I got snow here. But unfortunately, it's not gonna happen.
GIMME A WHITE CHRISTMAS PLEASE.
I was raised in a seaside town and it wasn't until the year that I was twenty-four that I got to see the first snow in my life...a very small one. Later that same year, I traveled to an amazing city and when I climbed up stairs of an ancient building, snow flakes began to fall. They landed on my coat, my hair, and my nose, gently. It was a little bit chilling, but my heart got warmed up. That was a very romantic moment.
Then I moved, here. A metropolitan city with no hope of seeing snow because it's in the southwest.
I wish I could travel somewhere with snow next year.
GIMME A WHITE CHRISTMAS PLEASE.
I was raised in a seaside town and it wasn't until the year that I was twenty-four that I got to see the first snow in my life...a very small one. Later that same year, I traveled to an amazing city and when I climbed up stairs of an ancient building, snow flakes began to fall. They landed on my coat, my hair, and my nose, gently. It was a little bit chilling, but my heart got warmed up. That was a very romantic moment.
Then I moved, here. A metropolitan city with no hope of seeing snow because it's in the southwest.
I wish I could travel somewhere with snow next year.