When Snow Meets Lucerne: A Winter Dream

I absolutely love snow. There’s something about the way it falls so quietly, covering everything in a fresh, clean blanket of white. It takes me back to my childhood, growing up in a tiny village in Kurdistan. I can still remember the crisp air, the sound of snow crunching underfoot, and the joy of waking up to a snow-covered morning. We would build snowmen, have snowball fights, and spend hours playing in the magical stillness that only winter could bring. Those moments were simple, pure, and unforgettable, and snow always brought those memories flooding back. It will always have a special place in my heart, reminding me of the beauty of simpler times and the wonder of childhood.