It will soon be New Year's Eve back in China. I can not get to sleep somehow, and looking out of the window I decide to paint for a bit. Fengping has gone to work overnight shift today , and the street light outside is quite bright lighting up everything in sight including the tire tracks left on our driveway. Big heavy snow starts to fall, and my distant past back in China seems to have lit up my memory lane. Somehow, there is an overwhelming sense of loneliness and nostalga arising in me while painting what is in front of me at this quiet moment of this snowy winter night.
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