We had our first snow today. The little white flakes melted in my red hair and landed on my forehead as I walked home from the bus stop. The earlier boring, blue sky was now a mix of pink and blue. It looked more beautiful and I felt a sweet contentment.
The snow has stopped now and I’m wondering whether we’ll have school tomorrow. Sleeping in on a snowy school day is still as sweet as it was eleven years ago. These are the days I get occasional flash backs to those years, the years I now want to relive. Every snow day, every storm, every Christmas and every holiday has its own memories; memories that make you wish time would stop.
In eleven days I will be born again. I want it to be perfect and I think a little bit of white flakes will give it that extra touch.
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Oh yes, snowy days in Tehran did have their own special memories, especially when we didn’t have to go school. There is nothing like childhood memories.
Here is a picture of snowy Tehran (add "h" at the end):
ttp://bia2.com/wallpaper/iran/barf-tehran-800.jpg
Posted by Mehran | December 6, 2005 9:47 PM
Posted on December 6, 2005 21:47
tavalode 11 ruze Dge at mobarak azizam!!!!
Posted by sasha | December 6, 2005 11:57 PM
Posted on December 6, 2005 23:57