Snow
After another almost sleepless night without any better advice to offer to my beloved soulsister Marie than the evening before, I opened the window at 6 am and it was snowing. It was really snowing, slightly and curly, but it was the first snow to see here.
So I took a moment to stand at the open window, let myself get chilled down to the core of my very bones, of my own aching soul and longing heart, just watching the iced water spiral down to the warm earth… transform… become liquid again.
Some gray clouds were lingering there against the darker shade of the sky, and I was briefly wondering at the different shades nature can mirror.
And like a character out of my own stories my thoughts went out to the ones I had left behind during the course of my short life. The ones that had either not kept up with my pace or had simply not the force to keep me. To the ones I would certainly meet today, tomorrow or in some distant nearer future. To the ones that deeply affected me, had hurt or loved me and were possibly still loving me now.
And just as the tiny speckles of snow were ever falling down to earth, my thoughts were drawn by everyday weight downwards… lost between the deep pits of the backyards of the shiny houses of the ‘eternal city of light’, where a solitary soul just stood… watching the snow muffle the doubting voices of the mind.
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