snow in Paris

I was born in a country with 6 months of winter. the snow is a part of me, of my childhood, of who I am - Siberian little girl who is always fascinanted by the snow. so yesterday when it started to snow in Paris I was running from one window to another eyes wide open catching the snowflakes with the camera in my hands. I felt like I was having a "hey, we miss you here" from my hometown...
those are the moments that make me feel the most alive and in love with the whole world.