The stars are all in one place…. We used to look to the sky for longer quarrels…Wait for the arrival of the winter solstice…how easily it glows… how easily it dims… the sprit… the truth…the dust of the moon on the road…the piercing cold…the time it takes for snowflakes to be whiten… In all this… there a hidden treasure, a hidden person…An Inner skin sensation…I catch a snowflake and let it go… I look for a warmth… but my icicles shadow keeps me cold. Wondering where I will go… Where is blessing of the day… the soft light my eyes want to embrace… the fate of crossing paths and all things.