I kept on walking oblivious of the falling snow.
Falling snow always reminds me of that beautiful essay ‘First Snow’ which I had read when I was in class VII (or was it class VIII, I am not too sure).
It is strange that, while I can’t recall the complete essay, a faint recollection of the captivating and unmatched description of first snow still gives me an exhilarating feeling; my mind floats back to the little child looking at the falling snow, his nose pressed against the window pane.
But today I could not think of anything else but my friend who was no more.
How many times had we walked together, in total silence, soaking up the warmth of the first snow?
A post for Five Sentence Fiction hosted by Lillie McFerrin
Word prompt- Falling