It’s mid-December, and I’m back home in Cyprus to celebrate Christmas. Winter here comes into sharp contrast with Glasgow’s short, wet, and cold days. I was lucky enough to see the first winter snow, which fell softly on the evening of December first.
Before that, I watched as the trees shed their leaves and put on the best show. Five years later and I’m stick awestruck by Scotland’s autumn.
My mother feels cold in Nicosia, yet I’ve felt nothing but cozy since arriving here last Friday.
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