It was the first day of March and I thought winter was already gone,I was waiting for spring to come.When I woke up I couldn’t believe my eyes: everything was covered by a beautiful white coat of snow,the whole city was covored in white. I suddenly felt like I was five years old again waking up on Christmas day. I got as excited as I used to be when I was a child. I was starring at the window , watching the snow falling down,hypnotised by the the view and I couldn’t stop smiling. I went on the terrace and played with the snow at 6 in the morning , without shoes and still in my red hearted pyjamas. I know,I’m pretty crazy! It usually takes me a while in the morning to get up,but that morning I jumped out of the bed before I knew it had snowed.
I have been living in this city for almost eleven years now and I don’t remember when it was the last time I saw so much snow here.
I changed my clothes and I went out. I usually feel the cold in my bones and I always complain about it , but this time,even though I couldn’t feel my fingers and I was frozen,all I could feel was joy and I almost forgot about everything else while I was walking on the street,listening to music and looking around ,watching the people enjoying the beautiful moment ,walking alone under their umbrella or some kids playing and making snowmen , others laughing and throwing snowballs . I just love to see people smiling and enjoying little things and having fun . It was just a simple snowfall but I can say it was like a piece of a winter fairytale… except it was the beginning of March.
It lasted only a few hours, just the time to freeze the moment in some photographs, then it started to rain…and the snow disappeared and it all came back to normal .