We saw first sign of winter in Toronto today. Beautiful small pieces of snow falling from the sky like they are dancing together. Passengers in the street walking faster to get home and get a cup of tea or coffee in their warm and comfortable homes. And as I was watching them, I was thinking of sweet home Tehran. My childhood memorie of snow, going home from schoole, smelling "Ash-e reshteh" made by my Mom with nanaa-dagh. Ah how badly I miss those days when my largest worry was getting my homework done and study for the next exam. Not knowning that life has more in store for me and as Forrest says: "Life is like a box of chocholate, you'll never know what you're gonna get".
