The terrifying month also known as October is over, almost like 2016. This is the last mile before wrapping the year up.
November does not bring up a lot of memories. I just recall it as the cold.
I never really liked cold. I was born in a tropical country Madagascar, always followed by the sun. I did not know what coldness was until that day. When I arrived in France for the first time, It was in winter. I remember quickly slipping away from the plane and It was a shock. I never felt that before: having goose bumps, breathing out thick steam or shivering.
I never really liked cold. Continue reading