Your dreams. Into reality.
The bright rays of morning sunlight embrace an untouched blanket of snow. Sparkling and shimmering, the snowdrift’s surface holds the light of life within. The frailest snow, unwilling to stay still on its frozen surface. I try to see afar, but the light is too bright. I can only make out a distant figure. Who or what could it be? It keeps calling me. I want to reply, but my words are drowned out by the wind. I take a step forward. The surface of the snow gives in, creating a beautiful sound. A sound, which conforms to my smallest movements. I hear the distant figure reply. We speak to each other by moving. I continue to approach it. Unafraid. And I know it does not fear me.