The first snow fell this evening. I was looking out the window, watching adults go outside with their kids to play and build a snowman. It felt really touching, and I couldn’t resist… I waited until the families left, took a photo of the snowman and just watched it for a while, drawing hearts on the ground.
I love winter, even though i usually get sad this time of year. Snow makes me think of childhood and old memories.

I stayed outside, feeling nostalgic, until about 1 a.m., then went home. It was very quiet. I should go out more often when no one’s around. It’s very peaceful.

Winter is season of hyperfixations. At least in my life. And I think it’s because of a lot of stress during exams and new year expectations. I try to distract myself with new interests. It helps. I’ve always been a dreamer.