The cold breeze didn’t quite affect the hot cheeks of mine. Hints of the wind brushed against me, continuing its journey, all the way to the old buildings around the faint sign of snow. The mesmerizing decorations could be approached with even more beauty now they had the tiny white crystals on them, sagging from the buildings, looking to everyone with light and power.
Laughter is heard throughout the warm area, the feeling of it rested fluttered upon my chest. No desperation is needed for the happiness. Not a single crawl, beg nor tears could be found over the little stands, holding out a range of unique materials, each another melody. A shiny swan made up of glass hisses my eyes as I hold its rope, connecting every little shine with me, through my soul.
A sincere view people must see in the tram that was passing, seeing of all those bright buildings side by side now painted in grey with a sprinkle of the sunset on top of them. Not too high, not too down for their point of view to see through the walls that is followed by the tiniest of green spark from the trees while the step to the ground is brick by brick, holding off many lives that are standing cheerfully among the sky.
I suppose I win in this little race of ours, my thoughts bubble my mind as the sky is more obvious now, hiding the burning hot rays within the clouds. Standing in art and nature, all kinds of expressions are visible, and for once, excluding one of them is visible to a point. Fear is not one of them, not one of the multiple choices of bursting, it is not included.
The sun doesn’t reach my skin. I’m not afraid now.
