There is fairydust in the air...

It´s like a race, being outside with the cold. You try to move fast, to get somewhere warm, to get away from the numbing pain crawling through your body. But the faster you try to walk, the slower you seem to move.... like the cold is tightening around you, trying to slow you to the pace of its own molecules, to bring stillness until it feels like trying to walk through a solid block of ice...
Or maybe it´s the fairydust. The fairydust in the air, trying to give one a chance, despite of it all, a time to notice the surrounding beauty ...
The dust of snow swirling in the air, only visible through the echo of the sun´s rays...to make you stop... to take your breath away.


Külm. Tahaks kiiresti jõuda kuhugi sooja, kuid midagi aeglustab su kulgu. Mida rohkem sa püüad selle eest põgeneda, seda tihedamalt tundub ta su ümber mähkuvat nagu soovides sind muuta endaga üheks, aeglustada molekule kuni tunned, et üritad kõndida läbi jääseina...

Aga võibolla... on see hoopis haldjatolm.
Hõljuv lumetolm
Tantsisklev valgus
Päikesekiirte kaja
Helklemas tantsus
Mis tolmuna langeb

Et panna sind peatuma, et teha sind hingetuks.