One winter morning we all got up to go to work and school, I was maybe, around eight or nine. I remember all the beautiful frost paintings on my windows. All the cars in neighbourhood were making funny noises as they were trying to start. Somebody was helping to push our car so that it moves. Every time I breath out a big white cloud was coming out of my mouth.
Me and P. went to the mountain to hunt for some snow. It’s not easy nowadays. Snow has became an endangered animal you can only watch in the zoos, refrigerators and UAE shopping malls.
Here’s the postcards from the snow planet.
A real snow museum