Snow, a pure reflection of life’s realities!
At first it blew about, wondering around like a stranded plane. Then I thought it was indeed some kind of lost wind that would eventually disappear. But bit by bit, it rested down, building itself into something. It seemed like each flake knew just where it fitted most. Early this morning, I reluctantly looked thru the window and lo, it was a sinless world. What could be as white as snow? Later on, I stepped off my door and yes, I could easily count how many people had passed by my street, let alone concretely suspect which house had the most cats around. I was not very sure of when the snow would rest its case. But as I kept counting the dotted footsteps along the street, I became surer of the old Chinese saying, that a person who walks on snow can never hide his footprints behind him. Yes, this came clearer than anything else. I thought of many things: I thought of the plain white snow that had rested on my door step, I felt bad to step on it; I'd spoil the beauty. It was so spo