Snow
It's just past midnight in The Netherlands. For the last hour, it was snowing. Real snow. Not that much, but still snow. My first snow. My first snow. I knew since I was little that I wanted to experience snow. Seeing, touching, feeling . I knew I would go see snow, somehow. Dreams come true. They frikkin come true. It's beautiful. It's also scary and overwhelming. My friends are now overjoy. Celebrating the snowfall. You need to know it's so rare to snow here in Delft, or in The Netherlands for that matter. We only get the cold. We only get the wind. But now, it's snowing. Surprisingly the air is not that cold. Last night I turned my heater on to almost maximum and it was still cold. Tonight, at least for the past hour, I let my window open to let the cold air in....along with sight of snow. Am I full with joy? Not quite. Maybe. Yes. I don't know. I spent the last hour on the floor of my room crying my heart out, listening to "How ...