Snowflakes
I walked by the bicycle going into the small shopping mall, and by the time I left the sun had long started to set, and the snow had turned the neighborhood into a soft, ethereal one.
I wondered if she was in love, the owner of the bicycle, and if that kept her from riding home. Or maybe she was the woman in the shop who served me with the enigmatic smile, not knowing it was snowing outside.
After taking the picture, I brush the snow off the seat and make my way.
first frost
but inside it has melted
this old heart of mine
the soft snow lightens the landscape
the slight smile tightens heartstrings
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