No ray of sunlight has enough power through the clouds to fight through it. It is dark, although the day has yet begun grad.
The people down there are cloaked with thick long coats and woolen scarves. Her hands buried deep in his pockets, they breathe from small ice clouds. Their eyes fixed stubbornly on the floor, they go a step faster than usual, as they would want to run away from the cold.
And though I sit, even in minor, warmth, and I also start to shiver at the sight.
look first small snowflakes slowly make their way to Earth. Even as they disappear into nothingness as soon as they touch the ground, but soon it will be enough to envelop the city in an even-white dress.
Although there will still be icy cold, but it is possible that small miracle, to bring us warmth in our hearts.
slow down the steps of the man himself. They stop, look, where do the small glitzernen crystals. You may be amazed at how beautiful a white ceiling make the otherwise dull landscape. Without color.
children laughing, arms out wide and try to capture something of the magic and we remember how we used the white beauty celebrated wildly shouting.
you know it yet?
sledding, snowball fights soaped, bright red faces with laughing eyes, schneeverklumpte gloves, snowmen with coal eyes and carrot nose and arms and legs painted in the snow angel.
you remember it for?
The feeling of a frozen red nose, the common cold tingling in the hands as they pressed to the heater to thaw slowly, the comforting feeling when the wet and cold feet at last be put back in warm socks, snow that melts on your tongue, and do you still taste like icicles?
is icy cold and gray in gray, the city outside my window.
And I'm looking forward to welcoming this year's first snow with a loud laugh!
- S. Ratzke -
