The snow, deep enough to dip one's feet upto their ankles, silently fell on the ground and purely covered the filth of nights. Beautiful, I thought. It is the first snow of the year and made us felt warm and willing to send out loving messages to our beloveds.
Colleagues and I shall go up to Mt. Nam for a brief supper, celebrating the first snow and welcoming a newcomer. People with good hearts; rather transparant; people like me I dare say. Many times, I speculate how fortunate I was born into this world (often still bearing the dignifed love and honor despite all unspeakable atrocities and hatred committeed corners thereof), have met those that I have met in life, and have done what I've done so far. Everything seems coming into one big picture as times goes by. Pieces often had confused me; not knowing what part I was playing, I've spent an immense amount of time blindly and desperately searching for whereabouts of mine in that bloody big picture and tried to grasp what I was to become. Now, things seem a little clearer, and my eyes a little less blind. And my heart becomes as white and pure as the snow freshly laid on an isolate mountain and filled with joy. Gosh, I love that I'am alive and exist with assignments imposed upon me!
Warmest regards on a snowy day,
Love,
Alexa.
