Flashback

On my way to work, in a rush not to be late and with dropping eyelids I felt very cold. Though I was dressed warm, very warm I would say. My scarf was wrapped around me as a snake around its prey, my gloves were heavenly soft, my boots much comfort. I was protected but still I was cold. I have never dwelt  upon the reasons of being cold, obvious as it was, it was cold! My brain instantly started searching, I typed in my heart: "causes of feeling cold". 

A flashback appeared before my eyes. It was a winter evening in Baku some four or five years earlier. My sister and I arm-in-arm walked through well-lit downtown streets of the capital. It was snowing. Doomed to lose to gravitation the wind played with snowflakes not wanting them to drop on the mud. As far as I can recall this evening was one of the few times in my life we enjoyed snow. We were young and dressed lightly. Our steps radiated confidence, our smiles peace. Life was neither perfect nor good, but we did not feel it was bad. We did not feel cold. Perhaps we were young, therefore. Perhaps our hearts were warm. Perhaps, we felt warmness of sibling love, although it comes second to parental one. Perhaps our hopes heated us, perhaps our dreams, perhaps our future wrapped us around with its obscure expectations.

P.S. Mrs.Rolland :*