The spaces we inhabit have an influence on our mood, our behavior, and even the way we move and interact with others.
The seasons in Russia change drastically and each has its own magic. But winter will always hold a very special place in my heart. Moscow was my home for more than 2 years and it is here that I learned what winters are actually all about.
Winter in Russia is a time for snuggling up with a warm cup of mulled wine with the scent of cloves and oranges fill your warm apartment. It is a time for hot soup and lovely hot fruit tea served in every restaurant or cafe in Moscow. Its a time for ice-skating and snow ball fights! Winter is when you build snowmen and eat pancakes, its one of the best times of the year to be in Russia and I would love to be there right now.
I wake up on a winters morning and the world outside is covered in a blanket of white snow and there is a chill in the air. I wrap myself up in a warm Russian winter coat, wrap a beautiful scarf around me and put on my fur lined boots just to go for a walk through the fresh snow. I open the front door and am greeted by sunshine although its -25 degrees Celsius outside. The snow crunches under my feet as I step onto the sidewalk.
There are kids playing in the snow in front of our apartment building and they have already built the first snowman of the season. I felt like I was transported to a magical world of fairy-tales, a land where magic happens and even Father Christmas might really exist.
I miss the fairy wonderland that awaited me every time I stepped out of my little warm flat on cold winters days.