I'm Cold.

Born and raised in southern California, I've never had to face snow. In fact, before Iran, I hadn't ever witnessed real snowflakes falling from the sky. Likewise, my wardrobe never included overly chunky winter coats, impenetrable gloves, and sheepskin boots with deeply grooved soles. And now, I'm paying for this lack of preparedness.

Anyway, Tehran looks so clean and cheerful in the wintertime. Below are a few pictures taken within the past week.

The lengthy, slippery, muscle-aching trek down my street every morning:


Our neighbor's frozen pool:


Vali-e-Asr, the longest street in Tehran, and in my opinion, the busiest. The view is from the steps of my school; the snow started pouring down, suddenly, during class...I, for one, was not in the mood: