Luftmensch photography

It never snows here in the Tropical country where I live. And even though I have seen snow and have been to countries where it does snow, it has always fascinated me. It is a strange hope that I have held since childhood that one day I would see snow drifting down from a grey sky above my hometown. I know it will never snow here, I know the science. And yet despite it all, I catch myself hoping unawares that one day there will fall in soft lines, a small layer of snow. And there it would be, on the gravely earth in front of my house. And that the mango tree in my yard would softly shake the clinging snowflakes off of its leaves. And that the small southern full moon in the sky would stand clear against the black crystal of the cold dark sky. And that one winter it would snow in soft sheets in my tropical home.