Fresh snow, new dreams….
Fresh snow, light as a feather, fell in sporadic bursts. It lasted long enough to envelop everything it touched. The cold winds wiped out the sun and blue sky in just a few moments as he gazed out of the window that was getting frostier by the minute. The steaming coffee turned stone cold, time stood still a few sips later his hand remained suspended mid-air. He felt something steely cold and sharp pierce through his heart, causing him to cringe momentarily. It wasn’t the first time; there were occasions when he thought he’d suffocate as the pain drained his life energy. And then it would be gone as quickly as it came, leaving him bereft, devoid and cold. He opened the door and let himself out, oblivious to the freezing temperatures and sudden stillness around him. His gait was steady but effortless at the same time, a complete opposite to what he was going through or had gone through. Shoveling off the snow from the narrow path and easing the part belo...