The teacher in the geography class said that when water vapor condenses into ice crystals, the shape of the wind is hidden in the trajectory when it falls. I was lying next to the window in the classroom, looking at the foggy sky outside the window, and suddenly my face turned red. 14 Kilometers is the distance between my home and yours. It is the length that I have secretly measured countless times on the map. It is also the radius I like that I dare not say out loud.
Intention: love