it was back to school after the short break for the holidays.
he walked past me, bundled up in the warmest clothes you could imagine. he had no earbuds in, i heard his footsteps only, as monotonous as they were without the rythm of his unique tunes to follow.
not even a small "hey" left his lips.
i had to call after him instead.
he turned around ever so slowly, like he was fighting the urge to simply run away. his once awkwardly uncomfortable face settled into a warm smile as he recognized me.
– ah, hi there, he said in a small voice.
– it's gotten colder.
– i feel it.
– ..i miss the sun.
– you have yourself.
we kept walking.
i was slightly confused by what he declared, but i soon understood.
– you should have some sun as well.
he stayed silent for a little while.
until,
– the moon needs the sun to shine. the moon is merely a cold rock without the sun laying its light on that cratered sphere.
he thinks quite little of the moon.
he didn't really give an answer to my suggestion, though.
we kept walking.
the snow crunched under our boots, portrayed as white noise in this silent world winter has made it.
we never had much to talk about, but every word we said to eachother always seemed like poetry.
and his little hums to fill in the silence were oddly wonderful music.
and he smiles at the most random moments, but it just warms everything up.
he's the opposite of a cold, cratered rock.
we kept walking.
