tho hole game

My eyes are open, all they see (and feel) is the snow and the rear red lights of the cars passing by. Wet-frozen pants and the upper part covered in snow - I could be mistaken for a walking snowball. And the best part in all of this is that 20 minutes after I arrive to the university, the sky clears up and not one snowflake touches the ground for the rest of the day. 
Evening, I am coming back home and on is the game I play every day  - try not to get stuck or fall in (or because of) one of the million holes surrounding my neighborhood. I could devote a whole new blog to the mighty Holes of Riga. [12.01.13]