Snow
He looked out the window at where the snow was still falling. Slowly, he put down his pencil and walked over, opening the glass pane and leaning out. Eyes closing, he let the snow fall on him. He looked down at the near by ground, seeing the snow almost up to where the low window was. As if in a trance he stood up on the window sill, turning to face the inside of his room. Closeing his eyes, he let himself fall backwards out into the snow.
He lay there, looking like a fallen angel, and let the snow cover him.
He lay there, looking like a fallen angel, and let the snow cover him.
