Friday, October 28, 2011

What I wake up to every morning.








Other than the fact that I come from a country where frost only occurs on rare occasions, I'm also not equipped mentally nor physically nor clothes-wise to handle this particular phenomenon.

For those like me coming from Middle Eastern countries, or any other region falling around or nearby the equator, frost is:

A deposit of small white ice crystals formed on the ground or other surfaces when the temperature falls below freezing. – Google.

Freezing, again for those who have never experienced it, is:

Reaching the temperature at which a liquid turns into a solid when cooled. – Google.

In other words, it gets so cold here that plants, and chairs, and any other surfaces containing water or are covered in dew, freeze.

At first, I thought it was snow. I got so excited, went to touch it and my first reaction was: 
Ouch Ouch Ouuuuch!! 

Seconds later, I fell down on the frosty frost grass butt-first and started crying. 

It's safe to say, that I learned my lesson. 

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