Moscow's White Cherry Blossoms

Moscow is absolutely stunning in winter. I woke up yesterday, only to look outside my window to see a world of white. Granted, there is always snow everywhere, but usually it’s relatively old and starting to turn unappetizing colors. During the night, it must have snowed because everything – the trees, the buildings, the cars – was dusted with white. It looks like God throw powered sugar on everything. The trees, though, are the most stunning. During the winter, most are completely bare, bestowing upon them a haunting feel, like a poignant melody hanging on its last breath. In the summer, apparently, they turn colors and bare apples. Now, with the snow clinging to them like leaves, they look (as one of my friends aptly put it) like Moscow’s own white cherry blossoms. The sky turned this odd grey-green color right before the sun came out, bathing the snow with light for only the second time since I’ve been here. I can remember few things as beautiful. Needless to say, I didn’t get much work done in class. I spent too much time gazing outside like a silly schoolgirl with her first crush. :D

It’s moments like these that remind me that I am in one of the most vibrant, beautiful cities in the world having an opportunity few others get the chance to experience. I feel like Anthony Bourdein on one of his more uplifting jaunts. Fun times, great food, and amazing friends. What more could a girl ask for?

With that, I will cease with the corny, passionate waxing. I’m off to take pictures and find that snowman I heard about… Loves to all!