“...Where? To go where?”

“Where the dry leaves gather.”


A wind took them along, blowing full of freshness, gathering the dry leaves from all the ends of the world. A wind blowing towards the sea.
There where two lovers were dancing, while the sun was shining high in the sky, while the clouds were whirling round them, whirling beside them, on the blue waters, you would think.


And the sea then started also whirling quicker and quicker, while the clouds were getting trapped inside of it, while the leaves were gathering by its side, while two lovers were floating in its middle and the wind was freezing a sea white, all white, dripping snow to the edge of the universe.

Snow that fell on the sleeping moon and woke it up....