White drifts slowly making their decent to the ground
The sky, dark as night and cloudy
A vast grass field, covered by a think blanket of snow
As dull orange lamp lights patterned the side walks
I ran along, laughing, smiling, and spinning
Dizzied and dazed, I sprawled on the wet ground
Listening, listening to the chatter of people
The cold wind brushing my frost bitten face
The constant sniffle of my redden nose
The crunch of my dad’s footsteps before me
I looked at him
A warm smile spreads across both our face
And then, there was silence
I got back on my feel and gazed up
He smiled and gestured at his watch
I knew what he meant, and he had sensed the disappointment
He wrapped his arms around me
It was time to go home
A place of warmth and family
A place where I would rest my head
To revisit the snowy place in my dreams
