Ever since I came to America, I have been dying to see snow.

Hailing from a city like Kuala Lumpur, where the average temperature never goes below 30 degrees Celsius for the better part of the year, I was confident that my eternal dream of seeing a soft white quilt spread across the courtyard would finally come true here.

Today, however I have been lucky.
I saw snow. I felt snow. I walked in it. I trudged in it. I danced barefoot in it. 

Ever since I came to America, I have been dying to see snow.
Hailing from a city like Kuala Lumpur, where the average temperature never goes below 30 degrees Celsius for the better part of the year, I was confident that my eternal dream of seeing a soft white quilt spread across the courtyard would finally come true here.
Today, however I have been lucky.
I saw snow. I felt snow. I walked in it. I trudged in it. I danced barefoot in it.