1: 00 am
As I get ready to go to bed, I see snow fall from a sky coloured red.
Fresh snow on the ground, trees and rooftops untouched.
I open the window. I can smell the cold and hear the wind as it blows the silver snow in the air.
I take a mental picture as I realize I will never relive this exact moment; I will never see, smell, hear or feel any of these things as I do now.
I think, as the trees wave and the wind whistles and howls, what life would be like without moments like this; thos