It has finally become cold here. The Pashtu Kids, woman and elders are wrapping themselves with another layer of cloth by the day. The children here remind me of my siblings when we where younger and we played in the snow, just like the children here in Afghanistan. With this cold weather, we receive a clearer view of everything around. Sunsets become a memory from my patio at home. As beautiful as it may seem sometime, I still miss home. Work is slow so I have plenty of time to play with my blog..HAHA...
