Christmas and sentimentality.



I could have walked to the pretty area close by. With the beautiful houses and the lovely Christmas lights. But I walked to my old area. Tonight, nothing seemed to look more beautiful in the snow than my old football field, my old ice rink and my old playground.





Squared 60′s constructions at their peak. But a thousand memories.





It is the first time in 5 years that I see proper snow.

I did not want to walk on the footpath. I wanted to walk in the deep snow.