Nights in white satin…

When I was a child, I loved snow. I can hear you say; who did not ? But as a matter of fact, I loved the perfect snow; that untouched, curved, thick layer of snow from last night spread in front of me. I remember closing my eyes and dreaming about a journey to the pole, exploring a spot there for the first time in world history and giving this spot my name.

Life gave me the same chance after years in Istanbul. While I was coming home last night and snow kept falling slowly, covering the street with a smooth and absolutely perfect layer of snow, I closed my eyes and took a couple of steps towards my imaginary spot and when I arrived, I gave it my name.

One more spot !

1 Comment so far

  1. Sven Holmström (unregistered) on February 1st, 2006 @ 9:12 pm

    Well, the snow was beautiful. But this city seem to have a phobia for snow, not proportional to the real danger.

    As soon as snow is spotted everything stops, sometimes even days before. Shops close, here were shops otherwise always are open, and people refuse to go outside.

    In Sweden I usually like snow, but this time I really longed for it to end so I could go back to normal life.

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