the concept of homesickness, all in all, is a wildly interesting thing.

i don't miss winters in Saint-P, it was bloody awful. i'm happy i'm not there anymore, not only because of the weather (-26 Celsuis just recently).

but here, temp dropped into subzero and the wind picked up and it's -1 that feels like -12, and you just get that feeling when you're out in the street and cold biting at your face because you're to cool to wear a scarf or a hat.

that deception that you're there, but you're not.

Λόγια ψεύτικα ψυθίρισες, χαμόγελο κρυμμένο.

Πληγή είναι το μελάνι μου και χαρτί ματωμένο