Soviet wreckage in the foreground stands in stark contrast to the snow-covered mountains in the background. (Photo by G. A. Volb)
The first snow was a long time in coming here. At just under 6,000 ft in altitude, it's been in the mid 20s every morning for quite a while. Such chill makes it a chore to visit the showers and bathrooms. I remember thinking it would be nice to see some snow on the ground if it was going to be that cold anyway.
And so my request was answered at last. Just two sloppy inches that melted away almost as quickly as it fell.
The left over water and dirt from my boots tends to make a mess of the entrance way to my "apartment." I take great care to ensure I don't track in too much slop.
I'm hoping another snow comes, this time a foot or more would be nice. The white tends to hide the landscape of dirt, rock and the treeless terrain surrounding Kabul.
I'm going on month 10 now; and as each slips by I realize just how important it is to find new things to do with my time, a new focus every now and then that keeps the personality of my life here unique.
I'm taking a vacation soon. And I'm very much looking forward to it.
