The snow always fascinated me as a child and that fascination has stayed with me into young adulthood. Something about it invariably grasped my attention, coerced me into halting whatever I was doing at the moment to watch the flurry of snowflakes with wonder. It was winter of 2013 and even though I was at the young age of ten, I had this queer feeling. It felt like there was something missing, as if there was an empty void inside me, I couldn’t pinpoint it. That feeling came by often, especially during that year, and I felt like nothing would ever get rid of that awful feeling. In the midst of one of those times, it began to snow. As the snow began piling up, the world reminded me more and more of a winter wonderland. As I said in the beginning
