It's so quiet when it snows...

On a sunny Sunday afternoon, this place head towards winter alarmingly fast. You see things change - the clothes get darker, the boots come on; the food gets hotter; people stay indoors. No midday sun floods through my windows anymore, the sun is too low in the sky today.

And all i can think of is how much I miss my other home.

The landscape in the winter here is not desirable. We have no snow-capped mountains in this city, no frozen rivers, no crisp sunny days that makes everything resemble heaven - glowing and white...

On the days where it is cold enough to see your breath, and feel your face prickle with the cold, a bus can roar past and the moment has gone. Even on the coldest days in Salzburg, in the quiet mountain air you could appreciate these moments, as small as they are.

The people here dont greet you as you walk down the street, they keep their heads down and stay in their own world. I miss "Grüß Gott!" from shop owners and the smiles from people you dont know.

We wont be having any impromptu snow fights this year, or midnight walks in the falling snow. It's so quiet when it snows...