And then we just let our hands go…At first it felt as the warmth of the palms is still there, but then it started slowly to be cooler, and cooler… Wherever I go, I think of him. Sometimes I even dream. What does he to? Climbs mountain peaks, that’s what he does. Far away, but still close to my soul. I wonder if our invisible bonds can still be felt by both of us. Thin as they may be. Intertwined. Knots-full of our travels and wanderings. My impatience swaps with sadness and melancholy this time. Things I can’t affect. An avalanche of emotions… Hope the spring will melt whatever snow there might have been left...
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