It was the year 2009. I sat by the huge windows reading a book, soft music playing on my iPod kept next to me. It was a cold December and there I was sandwiched between the sofa and my blanket when I looked outside and saw the sky turn orange. It grew a shade darker with each passing minute, treading dangerously into a candy red. Slowly, the first snowflakes fell from the sky, ever so gently. And then the wind blew, and they fell faster and faster, until you could see them collect on your windowsill. The gusts of winds outside and the steady snowfall gave me the feeling of warmth and calm inside. I scooched closer to the glass, peering outside at the sky and with childlike amazement, carefully touched my fingertips to the cool glass. I knew that by dawnbreak, the whole city would be buried under a white blanket of snow, and thought of how I might just throw a snowball or two in one of our snowball fights in school.  It’s 2019 now, and sitting under the summer sun, it makes you wonder if these are actually your memories, or just dreams of a time and comfort just beyond your reach. So as the sun clouds my thoughts and makes me as uncomfortable as I ever was, I think of a time of snowball fights and apricot skies, reminding myself of just how different life could be.