My very first snowfall, December 16th 2010.

Do you know that smell brings a memory right back at a time?

And this morning I won’t recall any memory about that day. I just remember how cold, how alone I am. And I miss that, how to be alone in somewhere I don’t know, with some strangers who speak alien’s language, far far away from home, stranded in the black-and-white wintertime sadness, missing somebody, missing home.

Because these years I’m too much fulfilled by happiness, and always home. I’ll go again, maybe a year or two, so I can understand why home is always be a place to comeback.

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