Enjoying yourself walking on a moonlit path, even when
you're sure that the direction is wrong.
Dancing cheerfully in a pouring downfall even when you're
totally wet & cold.
Wearing scraped, torn jeans & a cheap T-shirt, but feeling
like a princess in a valuable evening gown.
Walking down the main street at a rush hour & being at that
moment the most calm & tranquil person in the whole world.
Listening to the sound of raindrops that are shattering on
the ground & getting slowly addicted to it.
Watching through the window a scene of a grey, rainy
winter's day & understanding its beauty.

Being inspired by all those little, special & very precious
things that are begging you to notice them.
Holding your true love... So how could you do this to me?
Didn't you want me to be happy? I hope you enjoyed your last
ride (& the whiskey that you had drunk before), & you know
what, jerk? I guess it is the time for me to forgive you.

Yours truly & forever,
 
Al (winter's child)