glad you made it, snowy. the hesitation, bimio desune… how many years have passed?

“snowy, snowy, who is that?”, i think. “where is that bus stop? london? new york? is that lucio’s nickname?” i go back to the first few posts, no, ‘o’ was under the sneaker post. ah. yes. then i remember. the internet cafe that night, that morning, endless coffee. what would you like your nickname to be? “snowy”, you said, i remember and the memories came… our dog, half poodle, half mutt, lucy’s brother, half brother, both belonging to our friend then lucy became ours and snowy theirs. he liked chasing after her perhaps not fully aware of their shared blood. he, male, warm-hearted, open and simple. she, a little colder, a little more reserved, frowning upon his crassness. it’s nice to see you here. come visit me sometime and we can go all night in beijing…