I remember it vividly. A cloudy Tuesday.
We took the bikes and set off. You were charming, and so brave fighting the cold. Though it was freezing, the wind blowing through my hair gave me a feeling of freedom I’ve never experienced. It was just like I was part of the wind, I was so light…
Out of nowhere, they came. Floating, and floating up until reaching their final destination – my cheek. There were so many, I could not see anything. White, white, white… I was meeting them, with joy and excitement. My soul opened to their melting on my face. They washed everything. All that I remembered, but didn’t want to, all that I wished had never happened.
I felt so pure.
Snowflakes must be the angel’s feathers.

