I had retraced the snowy paths one last time.
I could see you bustling about at your windows: between the tables candles, curious children’s eyes, cats curled up, noisy or silent friends, laughter, whispers. All putting in those closing stitches, which I had left undone.
Summing up is always difficult….
But my footsteps in the snow were lighter than the previous year’s and I just needed to stall for a while: I scanned the branches, stroked the coloured lights and tapped on the glass to nod hello. I chased gusts of snow and memories, sank my feet into the soft mantle, without sinking: the present was full of attractions.
At the edge of the lake my reflection had smiled at me and a spark of thought had been ignited.
So I had returned to my room.