Palms of My Hands

Small drops of snowballs greeted me from the glass windows of a Michigan state international airport when I first set foot in American soils three years ago. I could see airport ground maintenance crew down the big airplanes walk through the snow covered pavements with their thick uniform jackets and boots. I never imagined how cold it was outside. When I arrived at my final destination in Kansas City, Missouri airport, very cold icy winds kissed my cheeks that I felt the coldness is just like you're inside a very cold freezer full of ice. All I could hear my mouth mumbling was....BRRRRRR!!! BRRRRRR!!!