the view outside my apartment on a sunny day
The sun decided to come out today, at around 2pm, right when Polina and I stepped out of the Anna Akhmatova museum into the garden of the former Sheremetev palace. The grounds around me were still covered in thick, pillowy white snow. I shielded my eyes with my hand and squinted at the the spiraling rooftop, emblazoned by the sun, and breathed in. “Тихо,” Polina quietly said – Peaceful.
Winter may not be leaving quite yet, but spring is just around the corner.
In St. Petersburg 