The cold winds caressing her feet and slowly covering the wounds of the feet . The sharp edges that left her bruised and feel the pain was smoothened by the hands of the wind. The coldness is catching her feet and slowly climbing up to her, giving her the creepy cold touch.
The woolen hands which are warm enough to keep her alive for the winter , as it passes by until when the sun shines. The cold feet and the cold hands are awaiting the rise of the sun, to feel the warmness of the sunlight to fall on . The longing for the warm and sunny weather is all in her eyes and looking up to the horizon from the window near her. The wait is not over ,still the sun os not up.
All she could see was the little kids walking in the snow , covering themselves in the warm jacket and gloves ,hitting all the snow that comes in their path. She saw that everyone is so happy , yet for her, she wanted the cuddle , the warmness of the morning . The clear sky and the chirping of birds. She realized how much she missed her home, which she left behind to travel around the world.
Little did she know that she would be greedy for the presence of the other world ,where she grew ,she nourished and she felt alive. And here she was all numb and lost in her thoughts. As she sat near her window, putting her hands outside to catch a snowflake. She looked everywhere around ,it was early morning and yet the sun was not out, and all were out for work. Many battling the cold and walking to the tram stops and boarding the tram off to work.
As she was longing for a nice cuddle, her little sparkling eyed girl woke up and came running to her cuddling her and sneaking her hands into her jackets to fee the warmth. Then they spend their time gazing out of the window before the sun was out by 11.