I wish I had migrated South. Leaving my warm bed every morning is a torture. I put layers of clothes that make me look like a pumpkin on sticks. I can’t only blame the outfit, my body has also stored some fat to get by. It is hard to breathe and my nose is always running but everything freezes at -10C. Secretly, I am happy when an appointment is canceled because I don’t have to leave my home. I just hibernate and wait for spring to come. And yet, there is something beautiful about winter. Life slows down, the city becomes quiet and a little sad.
In a way, the pictures I take of Sofia in the winter reflect my minor mood.