Tufts of cotton

Tufts of cotton
Originally uploaded by llimp_bizkit.

There can never be another first time. The first experiences of sight of snow float around like tufts of cotton was quite breath taking. We sit in the train and watch the snow blow into our faces, but only the window keeping us apart. Not for long we enjoyed this beauty from warmth of the train.


The DB belched us out, the people were flocking out of the train with the warm clothing, few had the skiing equipment on, and then there was us with our make-believe winter wear.
The first time I was in the snow I was so thrilled that I forgot to feel cold.