The wind is rattling the windows again. It’s colder in our neighbourhood, up on the hills, higher than the center. We are up near Batiy’s Mountain, as they call it, a place where some warlord named Batiy once came and pitched his tent to survey the city below him.
And on quiet nights around here, you can still feel Batiy’s eyes on your retreating back.
But earlier in the day, we weren’t thinking about any of that, we were just glad for the snow.
Grinning like a fool. 🙂