Rare


It rarely snows in big cities in France. And someone told me that it didn’t snow at all last year in Lille. So this year, I’m very lucky to enjoy this very first snowfall in January. And instantly, I feel homesick.

Sat, Jan 16, 21

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

melancholy

winter backyard