The Korean weather refuses to warm up. Just as it looked like things were about to brighten up, it snows again. The night in the picture was a night where I had to walk a lot from place to place. It was annoyingly slippery especially when I was walking up and down small hills. I usually like snow but only when there is a lot of snow. Enough so it’s deep enough to feel your heels slightly sink into the soft powder; enough so that everything is a glistening white; enough so that everyone has to slow down and take their time in their busy lives; enough so that the children race outside to fight each other in the snow or build something amazing. Ah, how I miss the days when that much snow would fall. In the city that much rarely falls and in Wales the weather has warmed over the past decade. Maybe one day, when I have children of my own, I’ll go somewhere where I can relive those memories.