Hello everyone !
Today, while scrolling through my old posts on Hive, I came across some pictures that took me back in time. It felt as if I was standing in the same place today as I was back then. Interestingly, the picture was also from February 28, last year in 2024, when it snowed for the first time that season in my village. That scene, that peace, that beauty—it all came alive in my mind within seconds.
I thought, why not relive those beautiful memories and share them again? People call my village "paradise" in the summer because of its lush greenery, and in winter, when it's covered in thick snow, they compare it to an "old man." But the truth is, no matter the season, this land has its own charm and magic.
When snow falls, it feels like a blessing descending from the sky. Trees wrap themselves in white blankets, and the mountains seem like part of a dream. In such moments, one cannot help but admire the wonders of nature and praise the Creator for making something so breathtaking. I often think that perhaps there is no place in the world as beautiful as my village and the areas around it, where all four seasons show their full colors throughout the year.
This snowfall also reminds me of my school days when my friends and I would throw snowballs at each other, laughing as we tumbled into the cold, soft snow. I remember how, when there was a shortage of water, we would melt the snow to use as water. But the memories that touch my heart the most are of winter nights when my mother and father would say, "Son, light the fireplace; it's freezing today." I would sit by the warm embers, listening to their stories, feeling a warmth that was more than just physical—it was the warmth of home, of love, of belonging.
Today, as I revisit these memories, a sigh escapes my heart. Time changes people, but some things never change. Some places become a part of our soul, places where there is nothing but peace, where life feels real. Yet, life takes us away from these places, as if testing us—challenging us to live far from the land that once gave us nothing but comfort.
This is life, these are memories, and this is the snowfall of nostalgia that covers my heart again and again.
