i stepped into the fresh snow tonight, snowflakes fell gently and landed into my hair. it was night. when i am alone and walking in the snowfall, i often raise my face towards the falling whitebits. then stop, breathe deeply and feel how snow is turning into water on my cheeks. and when a snowflake lands on my lip, when i feel how the ice melts into something warm and soft - it's like a kiss. a promise.
then i know you're in every particle