The winter has come people are waiting for snowfall. The frozen flakes falling from the sky holds so much memories to people some might love some might hate

Time of December the cold was up high. Snowfall was casual by now the city looked beautiful in the white bliss

You got dismissed from work walking back on a rather more breezy snowfall. Rubbing your hands together even with gloves wearing a long coat you walked towards the bus station

A cold breeze passes by and your eyes meet a stranger's he was smoking a cigarette and for a moment your eyes were locked on eachother