I miss the cotton candy days.
The last snow was a little over a month ago and I miss it already. It’s so hot here this year. Mountain faces have turned almost snowless in just one month. Old people of Vashisht say they have never seen such April heat in their entire life.
Without these photographs, it’d have been difficult to imagine and revisit those magical days from memory alone. As if none of it happened, or as if I wasn’t here when it happened. As if my memory of it melted in the cruel April heat along with the snow from the mountains.
I miss snow, the lovely, cotton candy days of snow everywhere that will not arrive again until December or January, depending on the mood of the clouds.