I've always loved those mornings
Where you can see the
Billowing breath of everyone in the early morning sun of winter.
And the crows flying high
Catching all the rays before we have the pleasure to catch the warmth ourselves.

The girl gives the boy a small kiss- a token of affection.
The hug as if it will be the last,
so small but so big.

And the frost leaves the hills white with longing.
Lonely longing for affection as the flying crows leave for the winter....