Winter is cold, colder than ever. Others, well, they don’t know how is that even possible. How could they imagine this side of the precious winter beauty? They’ve got so much love, all the warmth from their only worlds, a family.

Sky is deep, the deepest mirror. It reflects the heart and mind, it sings a slow lullaby and, if you don’t put patience aside, you can hear a last verse saying a “goodbye “. How painful it is to live death being alive? Only she knows how coulours rose and broke down, were lifted from her mind and thrown into her eternal night.

How lonely did she feel, how forgotten is she now?

May all words flow in harmony around and may her arms feel free to touch a sky…

“Home is right away, my home is not far away!

I will return home today, I promised and they prayed! “

But as hours passed by, she was stolen by beautiful winters’ charm.

The piece of haven she had found told her a hundred times:

“ Be home by night! Be home by night! …. Be home by…. “ but she never heard a sound!

By the time she missed the hug, the love the warmth of her own treasured worlds, the big shinny star was gone….stars were aligned in her eyes and it was written , carved in ice:

“ I’ll be home tonight,

Back into the skies,

I will miss you , mom, dad,

What have I become?

Only one word is in my soul

I will say it for you to know!

For a hundred times,

I will always show,

How much I’ve been waiting

To Be Home.

For a hundred times,

So that I’ll be heard:

Goodbye, goodbye

to everything

I’ve been holding on!

Always bring your love

back home! “

Just like this, winter wrote everything down, as she watched her empty eyes every day and night.

Who knew cold winter had once cried, for a hundred times, while screaming the “ Goodbye …… “ ?