It snows, light and nice when you least expect it to. I see them, thinking– are they falling from the heaven for me. Do they carry a message for me – to slow down, to care, to feel and relish? Do I forget with times, that I have longed for this all my life.
It showers white, making hills of tiny silky snow. So pure and serene, they spread the scent of silk. My eyes run through the windows, gazing the silver flakes that brush all over the skies. Staying from the heights, it pretends to take me far away from the earth. As tall as the skies and as fragile like the feather and I seem floating.