083: snowfall

He stands there, staring up into the cloudy night sky. Out for a nightly walk, the young man had stopped at the feeling of icy lips gently kissing his cheek. It hadn't taken long for the darkness above to burst; now, the faded greens and browns all around him are all hidden beneath the winter's crystalline embrace.

Others are rushing home, yet he stands, staring up into the cloud of stars descending to earth. Snow gathers in his hair, but the warmth of his smile thaws countless pairs of eager lips. Around him, the world is changing, drifting into dream...