The wind was blowing and the floating clouds we’re looking like piles of ice cream and sheep in the sky.
Under this bridge, I was the diamond glints on a newly-fallen snow.
The wind came out to play and the snowy air was full of children’s laughs that were embraced by the bright and glittering sunshine.
The reflecting snow was simply pure and I felt at peace breathing through this smokeless air.
Until the wind stops blowing,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
Sac à main/Zara
Photographe: John Koo