Several times I saw the snow falling into the gray carpet. Tonight looks so different. It’s only snow, but not a charming snow. There is not kids looking around and keeping balls in his coats. I can’t delimit darkness between night and storm.
I’m not afraid, it a kind of curiosity. I walk across the snow, and my boots don’t leave any sign in the yard. I keep walking, not even cold air stop me. I feel how my body it’s getting cold, I move so slowly. Then, the freeze it’s around my fingers, my face it’s getting soft and wet. I lay down in parts. The night is over me.
Late, in the morning, two childs make snowballs of my body and throw up at the trees and cars parked. They took all my cold members and dispersed them in few hours. I start to feel warm, the sun its calling just in the corner. Soon, I run as water across the street.
