It's midnight and it's snowing outside.
I've just returned from a walk.
I had enough.
all that work for university
all that people
all that stuff in my head
I actually don't remember when was the last time I enjoyed the snow so much.
5, maybe 10 years ago?
I set myself free.
I acted like a
fool small kid.
I ate snow and I remembered how my mom always was always telling me not to and when she wasn't watching my mouth quickly became fullfied with that precious white thing.
I almost forgot how it feels when you are running on the fresh, untouched snow. pure joy.
It was so easy when I was little.
I will certainly repeat that walk,
when nobody's watching,
laughing at myself,
rediscovering the child in me