So.
Winter. It really has been a winter. Last week it was cold, very cold - -18°C on one day - but the sun shine and you could hardly find a cloud on the sky.
There was snow. Much snow. Plenty of snow. Nearly enough.
I love these holidays, exactly because of that. It gives me a feeling of winter, of this season I love most.
And I almost don't care about the fact that there never will be snow like that in my hometown. Because, if I can look forward for this one week, I am able to ignore the horrible appearance of snow here.
Well, at least there is a bit snow here. Some crumbs on the grass and roofs. Not much, but at least something.
If it's cold enough the next weekend, I will escape for my grandparents to go ice-skating. But I think I have too much homeworks and too much films I want to see.
Being on the internet I talked to my friends and - of course - to him later as well. We talked a bit but after a while he had to leave for dinner and he wrote nice things. (I'm sorry, I need to reflect that whole thing, no one is online to tell ...)
He wrote: "You are my best friend and you know that I always (mostly) lend an ear to you but I need to leave to make dinner." and I responded with "ah, no, that's okay, it was very nice to talk to you :D" and he answered: "the same for me with you".I dreamt on spending the vocation with him and our best friends.
And everywhere are advertisements for Valentine's Day - I really didn't care about that my whole life - and I hope no one will give me something, especially he. I don't know whether he is that kind of person. I really hope he isn't.
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