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“What is your name?”
“Hm, do you mean mine?”
“Ja, what is your name?”
“My name is Brenda and what is yours?”
“Bailey.”
“Nice to meet you, Bailey!”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too, Brenda. What are you doing this afternoon?”
“Nothing special. Just waiting for another day. And the weather does not look so nice either.”
“Would you like to have a little walk with me?”
“A walk … into this storm!”
” … you are exaggerating!”
“No, I’m not. … but why not. I never did something like that. Going out when you are supposed to be inside because you know it would be better. But actually, I would love to go and become a part of my books.”
“Books? … Let’s go then.”
So, they were going downstairs, holding the umbrella in front of them and finally walking along the river next to a nice park which is green during the spring and summer time. The snowflakes are huge and thick and upon landing they cover the pavement whitening their path. Meanwhile they walk, they do not talk at all, they just feel the presence of the other. They feel the touch of their arms and enjoy the warmth of their bodies, which are connected through the link of their elbows. It seems as if they were the only ones walking along the path leaving footprints outside and inside their mind. They will always remember this day since none of them had done that before. They walk in silence and both are thinking about the happiness they feel and how lucky they are that the other is there but neither of them is saying anything. They just saunter in appreciation of the other, and wonder about the beauty of the snow. The trees are wearing soon a white coat, the river is freezing during the last minute and the snow is just falling as if it would never end.
