You were there, I got a fantasy, out of the blue, in watching snowing as the first it in this year.

Your whispering voice is suddenly regenerated synchronically, anytime I want in looking over that snow though glass on the balcony. 

Snowy conditioned those days gave also me some accustomed sense to coldness, but these days are different.

Just only your being in my memory is the sole light for my mind and heart in no swtich in everlasting span for me.

Your appearance I impressed me with my mind makes now me follow all ones whose impression is so idencial, nevertheless, anytime I find it slightly different nature, and disppointed. Except one another one.

Your shadow consistently overlaps my life daily all span.

Snow can have memory, it has each shadow and impresses our mind with so delicate each touchily different twinkling.
Each particle has own crystalzied degree and nuance like each of us.
That thing reminds me of your each tinty whisper with simply each distinct words you did me.

Snowy shadow makes identiy with your each skin, your eyes' reflection to everything in own glitter.

Chilly air carries carries me those days' own air, now's it does missing stimulus to my mind so silently and directly. And it makes your smily whispering expression emerge to my mind.

Though, I just hold on until it ceases, also snow's it, not sleeping all the night, being heard snow's small slowly falling in fragilly slashing in air, so carefully making my ears head for it.

Only your transperent eyes' beam is quietly left behind my brain, in falling into my deep sleep.

Jan. 6th.        2022