• A Winter Wonderland

    “Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person” ― Sylvia Plath That familiar feeling came back instantly. I felt like a child on Christmas Eve again, except this time it was actually snowing instead of being boiling hot. I’m sitting on the airplane flying back home to Cape Town, suffering horridly from jet lag and blowing my nose loudly every five minutes, a consequence of having too much fun, but for the first time in a long time, I have run out of words. I honestly don’t know where to begin my story or where to…