Vignette - Untitled

   It was just outside the window. Mountains raced along the road covered with snow. As they shifted backwards, they blended with the sky. Snow had bloomed on top of tree branches, swaying gently with the morning breeze. Mist was surrounding the mountains, like a silk scarf.
   But they were mountains I couldn't climb, a road I couldn't run on, and a sky I couldn't reach.
   I opened the window. My sigh flowed into the mist. I reached my hand out as far as possible, so that I could at least get the tip of my finger on the mist. But all there was on my palm was a single snowflake, slowly melting down. Tears of the mountains.

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