First Snow in Ankara
It is snowing in Ankara. The season’s first snow. The city is putting its white clothes on slowly, calmly. Children rushing here and there in the snow. Well, it is not enough to build snowman or ride sleds. But it is falling, and snow on the trees and children in the snow is enough to compose a beatiful picture and lead to flashbacks.
This lovely view takes me to my blissful childhood in a deserted (more deserted during winters) village in a northern east region of Turkey that can be properly called a snowland. We used to play from early morning till sunset rolling down the hills, building snowman, or riding sleds, our ears, noses, hands and feet turning to purple.
Now, as a grown up, I have deadlines to keep, and a website to launch.
“I wish I were a child again playing in the snow!” I thought.
“I wish I were a snowflake,” said my 7 yr son. “Then I can fly everywhere I like!” he continued.
“This must be life!” I thought. “Everyone dreams the impossibilities of the moment.”