snowflakes fall softly from the sky,
when she holds her palm out they melt.


she says "it's like they die".


they whisper gentle words to her but not to us,
is it the snow that makes her sit down without her coat on?


her interactions with the snowy world makes me shiver.


"it's alright", she tells us in a dreamy voice,
"I'm not cold, I just want to close my eyes for a while
and listen to the snow falling".


we're cold but she cannot hear us anymore.
we scream but it's muted in the snow.


we walk away to find some place warm, but she can't.