Lost in Translation

It is snowing, slightly, not hard.
I heard it is snowing, while sleeping in bed. Wind’s whisper through slits between windows, tick tick on the double glass, and pieces of evening news you still remember before the latest sweet dream, with your sweetheart of course, everything just tell you it is snowing, before you open your eyes.
Happy Valentine’s Day.

Our shool is closed due to bad traffic and slow progress on cleaning in campus. However, this news is sent out just when we arrived, after a long long walk in the drizzle and dirty shower from passing car.
To be more ironic, I find our professor in his office, who is the only person in this floor, you know what I am thinking about? The latest episode of Everybody Hates Chris! So let us start the class, lecturer and lisnter, let us call the roll. Before my dream comes true, he put up all the clothes, and left.

Snowman, Snowmen… Snowwomen

   

 

  

  

Happy snowy day.