She packed her bag with many dreams, and her eyes sparkled with a green spring glow... Everything around her was pushing her to run and scream like a little girl in the world of adult games. She was ready to start a new day, and when she left the house today, she would set foot on the threshold of the copper city where a new dream with a pink dome, bright sun, and a little pampering autumn rain resides.
The biting cold wind slapped her in the face, dampening her enthusiasm. She looked around to find everyone wearing heavy clothes instead of wearing them.

People did not stop moving; they were flowing like a colorful stream of scarves and woolen hats, and the sky, heavy with pink clouds in the darkness of the night, was too beautiful to be distinguished by the biting cold.
The ground under her feet was covered with dirty white ceramic, and people had left their big shoe prints printed on it. She asked: Am I imagining things, or is the ground frozen?
She bent down foolishly to feel the ground, and her eyes sparkled with a gleam broken by a shiver running through her body. It was the first time she had seen a real winter covered in snow, and people's voices froze, leaving her with nothing but echoes of smoke clouds leaving their mouths.
She rushed without stopping, cutting through that colorful stream, and her bag of dreams had become lighter, missing one dream.
She stood in the middle of the tall buildings as if she were in the land of giants, where people had become very small as if they were inside a snowball. Whenever it was moved, her hair and the pockets of her coat filled with snow, so she opened her mouth wide, trying to catch some of that snow.
She was aware of the absurdity of her appearance as she tried to embrace the sky with open arms, asking for more, and with her mouth wide open, trying to catch the snow that would soon melt the moment it touched her lips.
It was a delicious obsession she had never experienced before, a feeling of amazement not much different from a baby seeing shiny things for the first time, seeing colorful wall paintings reflected by a dim light next to his rocking bed.
And how the cold lights of the city were shaking inside her...
She grabbed Winter by the hand that was extended towards her. She pulled him to a nearby place with a colorful sign. She wanted to share the edges of the conversation with him. She invited him to drink warm coffee and stare at the passersby under the soft snow showers.
There is nothing better than staring at people you don't know who looks like those cinematic paintings of people walking to a certain rhythm played by the strong winds.
She wanted to be part of one of these winter paintings; she had had enough of looking at the magic box that decorated the living room.
She wished so much that her mother and father had experienced a real winter... She thought... Maybe my mother would invite the winter man to drink green tea and exchange talk while she knitted him a woolen hat.
She doesn't remember having a woolen hat in her childhood...
She glanced at the man sitting beside her, staring at the passersby. His coffee was still warm but cold.
Is there another color for winter that she doesn't know... That heavy silence that makes white clouds come out of your mouth whenever you try to talk, so you exhale.
She wanted something that resembled winter but warm...
The staring continued as snow fell from the sky, and a thin thread of smoke emanated from the frozen cup of coffee.
I can't stand it anymore... She said it eagerly
I want to play with the snow... I want to make a snowman...
She jumped to her feet excitedly, signaling to the winter man to accompany her... But he didn't move a muscle.
She ran towards the road and gathered Her coat in her hands, forming what looked like a large bowl.

I will collect as much snow as possible, she replied enthusiastically

Dancing under the white kisses, she was now more confident that the sky was not raining cotton.

And that the ground could become slippery and dangerous

And the man who was supposed to dance with her under the raining snow was staring at her from behind the glass.

As if she, too...if only for a moment, in a crystal ball.