Her Life in the Arts

Dedicated to my one and only love, the holiness that once drifted down with the snowflakes.

When you finally took flight, did you ever embrace freedom?

Whenever night fell, whenever the evening breeze stirred, whenever I looked up at the blue sky or gazed down at the ground, I couldn’t help remembering that night: the swaying white dress, and the person who reached out a hand to me, yet kept drifting farther and farther away.