Even a mere precipitation from the sky is exciting, and snow, which is pure-white and soft, comes down from the sky while dancing.
I open my umbrella and catch the snow before it reaches to the ground.
I make a small ball and put in my mouth.
Inside of my mouth will be filled with something cold;
soon it becomes water while I am trying to examine the texture.
It does not feel like water, though;
It is something sacred which comes from far away from the sky.
It may be a sublimed life-force which has circulated in the universe.
