Comes the Winter Solstice

"Waiting" has always been a very bitter word. They are like snow falling on the ground. They are held in the palm of the hand, turn into water, and then evaporate. Finally, they finally turn into tears, one drop at a time, filling the eyes. Some people are waiting for snow, some are waiting for a promise, some are waiting for a return... I am not the god of creation, but I want to give them a world.