Yeah, there’s one that sticks like a tattoo. It’s the night I watched a kid’s first snowfall in the city, and I froze in the corner of a dim corner store. The flakes fell through the cracked window, and I could feel every little shard against my skin. It’s a weird mix of cold, quiet, and this raw sense that something big is about to happen. I keep replaying that feeling of the wind on my face, the way the lights flickered, and the kid’s wide eyes. Every time I think I’ve let it go, it creeps back in like a phantom. That’s the one I can’t seem to let go of.