Snow

..And while you sleep, this city is getting covered in snow.
It's falling slowly, dancing in the wind, spiraling above the ground...
 the snowflakes are big and shiny...
they come in different shapes.
You have a few moments to appreciate them when they land on your hand before melting away.
Forever.
They're just like those I used to draw with the tip of my finger on the cold window when I was a kid.

You're dreaming of something.
Or someone.
I hope you smile.

This snow seems neverending.
It covers everything, roads, cars, houses...
Almost like the city is hiding now.
Going to hibernate in a warm snowy cave, until the light of the spring comes back and melts away this big white blanket.

Something new is going to start.
Something exciting.
Something important.

But it's not any time soon.
And the city is sleeping calmly, in an anticipation of that new beginning.

You say you like the cold.
The snowflakes slowly flying, landing on your skin.
Melting away, leaving streams of water on your cheeks.
Happy tears.
You smile...

This snow, it reminds me of you.
It's covering me fully.
But it's not cold. It feels warm.
It feels safe and comforting, like a big glass sphere, like a fluffy soft blanket, like a long tender embrace...

While you sleep, the snow is falling down.
On the city.
On this world.
On me.
I am smiling.
I didn't tell you yet but...
I think I like the cold...