Snow
Beautiful snow silently falling down. I went outside and let snowflakes kiss my face. Cold and fresh. And melting and dissapearing… Like everything in urge for permanency, trying to claim its existence but changing into nothing and appearing from nothing too. Magic feeling of blissful soft drops running down my chicks like tears of quiet joy for stillness that is in between the flakes and silence of hypnotic dance of the snow.
03/03/2006
