In my tower, through my old window, I've watched the world turn in circles , race and sleep. Statuelike have I stood hours after hours, drinking colors in front of a window and there is something I have come to see.
Come beside me and spin before the window, put your cheek against its cool glass and let it lend you its quiescent strength.

Have you already seen a ship drink seawater during a journey? Have you glimpsed a bird suck in the foam of clouds when hungry?
Flowers will never eat ladybirds' feelers, and butterflies can glide peacefully : the wind won't gnaw at their undulating wings.
There are things which will never happen, and other which will come to be.
Would you hear what I saw? Open your ears and chase the wind away for this is my tale.

The bittersweet coffee of night had splashed the sky, cleaning the day from its last remnants of blinding light. Clouds had built a pale ceiling above all heads and mountain tops ; they were snoring in their own silent way.
All was still and chilly.
And then against the Laws of night, light speckled the sky and fell on the earth, carpeting the ground in a white mantel of magic.
Snow! Minute delicacy, chiseled stars, snow fled from the swollen clouds to cling on weary eyelashes, to whirl in hair and reddening cheeks.
Gleaming beauty, coldness against the skin!
Held out your hand! Snow will come to you and curl up on your seeking palm : it will wink like a smiling moon, filling your eyes with wonder. Yes, snow is bright, nice and cool, but without a warning, its pointy ends will crinkle, melting melting, leaving only a drop of pure water.
Fleeting strangness, the snow comes and goes. It always ends up melting. And it always ends up snowing some day.

A snowflake alone is like the whole universe : elusive, bright and full, but changing, brief and fugacious.
Snowlike are we : to live is to accept the snow which lies in us -- and in others.
Struggle struggle : your friends stand with you. Struggle like the flake struggles before it melts, struggle like the rock struggles before it becomes white. We stand with you.

Here is here is my tale : despite everything, snow exists. It comes and goes, but here it is.
Despite everything, those you love exist. They exist : cling to that joy, that despite the whole universe, those you love are still there, and exist.

Cling and never let go.