After going to an art exhibit, “Transition Russia 2008,” Taylor and I decided to walk rather than metro our way back. It was a nice neighborhood with quiet streets (the sound of traffic was probably obstructed by the Great-Wall-of-China-inspired Soviet apartment blocks) and the taste of spring in the air.

Yes, the taste of spring, moist and green. It was warm enough to walk with a coat unbuttoned and a scarf loose about the neck.

It made for a nice walk, but this is December in Moscow. I don’t want the air to taste like spring. I want to stomp in some snow.