C'est moi

I've had a lot of first times over the last couple of months. Living on the east coast, stepping from under my parents protective wing, snow on my coat. Trivial yet something I had a longing to see was snow fall. I have seen snow more in form of glaciers near the Himalayas and trekked on it at Franz Josef but never the gliding of tiny soft balls of white making their presence felt. Anybody who hasn't seen snow fall secretly would kill to see one. I just haven't met anyone that doesn't care about seeing snow. Your first snow fall is almost like your first kiss. Yes, I am being dramatic but I am like that ok? The intensity and the quantity doesn't matter what matters is that it happened and you were there to witness it happen. I remember feeling like a kid when I saw the first tiny balls of snow after my Finance class. A girl walking ahead spread her arms out Shahrukh Khan style and had the most content smile on her face. I initially dismissed this drizzle as rain bu