...it could almost be Manhattan.

The day starts somewhere with snowfall on the edges of the city; the snow melting before it can lay it's gentle kiss & icy nose anywhere near the heart of the city. I imagine snowflakes buffeted on currents of warm air, expelled from aircon units; the breath of the city. Shrinking, disolving, disappearing before we even knew they were there.
We bundle ourselves into clothes upon clothes, anything & everything to keep out the cold. It's time for me to become both tourist & tour guide in this city once again; a river cruise, hot chocolate & a walk along the beach; Arm in arm, hands in pockets. A walk on the beach and it's a far cry from Thailand but from a certain angle it could almost be Manhattan.