That Late Winter

At that moment, snow began to fall over the capital. People poured outside to watch, but he paid no attention to the snow-covered scenery. He simply tipped his head back and drank the last of the wine from his gourd. Giving the now-empty gourd a shake, he seemed a little disappointed, then casually tossed it aside. He rubbed his hands together, leaned on his sword, and slowly closed his eyes as the wind and snow swept through the city...