It’s finally been snowy in Seoul.
I understand that, as someone who never grew up with snow outside of the occasional winter vacation, I get a little too excited over something that others, who have actually had to live with it, can find irritating.
But c’mon…isn’t it beautiful?
The last time I lived with snow was in Germany, and in a bout of nostalgia I’ve dredged up some photos of the first real snowfall I’d ever experienced.
My neighborhood looked a bit different then.
I remember that morning: I woke up and cracked open my window to let the fresh air in, just like every morning. But that day, something was disturbingly different………was that ash falling from the sky?!
I remember staring outside, utterly and hopelessly confused for a heavy second, and then, suddenly – OH.
It didn’t stick long enough to enjoy at the Weihnachtsmarkt, but those are picturesque enough by themselves.
Nice to meet you too, winter.