Glad to Meet

Light from outside sneaked into the window, and the sunlight passed through the cold and timid glass, floating like a ray of light in the deep blue sea. The snowflakes slowly faded on the window, but before that, the little spots of light coming in from the small holes in the silvery white snowflakes had already climbed onto my cheeks when I wasn't prepared. Greedily, I was thinking about this little glory that was insipid and could not stir up any waves. Silently looking at the window. . . . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.