It Used To Snow In Winter

2008Coutras, France

I remember the snow, the cold, and my little sister's laughter following me. we used to have snow. We used to go out and play for hours until we couldn't feel our fingers anymore. My mother used to tell us, "this isn't a lot of snow, you know. Where I come from, we could bury our feet in snow!" And we would oooh and aaah at the image it created in our mind- something we would never witness on our own, because it doesn't snow anymore.