We had a great snowstorm here on Friday. The kind that makes me wonder about nature. The kind that also makes me miss home.
I miss wind stinging my cheeks.
I miss huge snowflakes landing on my tongue.
I miss walking in the mountain/forest, hearing nothing else than the crunching of snow under my boots. The absolute calm invading my soul when I walk in the middle of a blizzard.
I miss the smell, the taste of fresh snow. The intuitive feeling I used to get, as a child, in the morning, when it had snowed during the night, I just knew.
I'm losing my instinct.