I came to Boston last year and I cannot express how excited I was to see winter. It was a memorable experience. The spectacular view of the harbor from my university's terrace windows brings serenity to one's mind. White is indeed serene....
This is my second winter and I enjoyed it to my fullest. However, now I can't wait to see summer. I wonder, why can't we be content with our surroundings? Why do we subconsiously react to such conditions? May be thats what gives me a ray of hope for a brighter, and full of joy summer. So now this drives me to scrap my to-do list for summer!
