cold

It’s cold. Now I seriously feel it. Not like before, when I spent most of time indoors. You are greeted by merciless freezing breezes on the way.

I do love snow. It is enjoyable simply watching the snow. It could be hypocritical, though, as I never encountered heavier snow in much more northern part of the world.

One thing I read somewhere is that people here seem to care little about the weather. No matter it is rainy or snowy, residents keep their life busy as usual, walking on the pavements with no difference from any other day.

I kept staring at the footprints on the snow today while walking towards classroom building. I wondered, how many people had stepped on this part of the road since dawn, could I make an estimation of the number by observing the patterns of the footprints, how accurate would my estimation be?

Including the ones that were already semi-covered by the newly fallen snows, the numbers seemed to be around 20. “That was quite a small number,” I thought. Well, I did not know when the snow started, so I had little idea on the timeframe for this estimation.

If you engage with the snow, the coldness, fun will come. A snowman seems like something stable, concrete, something reliable. A sense of upward joyful feeling is erupting from their bodies. Football on the snow, guys could feel the mixture of solidness and crunchiness under their feet. Even on some desperate days, snow on the roof track is served as something comforting.

Loneliness is always there, too. It could be the time no one cares to join the snowman building, or the time everyone is happily fighting while one is left aside. It’s not about snow, or cold, anymore.

But, when staring at the footprints, heads down, wondering where have all the young men gone, you saw smiles, friendly nods, casual chats…