I´m dreaming of a white christmas. I know, in times of global warming this might stay a dream for a really long time.
But why is it, that every year, just before christmas day, there is snow.
Lovely snow all over the city.

This time it was so very cold, that my fingers went numb within minutes and taking good pictures was a hard thing to do.
(“What ISO? I don´t care, I can´t turn the scroller anyway, my fingers are stiff!”)
People enjoyed their walk in a fast way. Cold cold cold.

And then why why why is it every year, that one day before christmas a rush of a warm weather front takes it all away?
Why? The one day of the year where a winter walk would be so totally different.
Where one could go outside, kiss snowflakes, tell the kids not to eat the yellow snow and come home to open presents in the warmth and be thankful?

I decided to be thankful anyway. We had snow. The time did not matter. In fact, if we as human kind go on like this, I might not be able to take a walk in the snow with my own kids. So at least I have pictures.