She packed a ton of dreams in her bag, and her eyes sparkled with a green spring glow... Wanting to run and shout like a small girl in the world of grown-up outer space. She was ready to start a new era, and when she leaves the town today, she would set her foot on the doorstep of the copper city, where a new dream with a rosy dome, bright sun, and a little spoiled autumn rain.
The slap of the biting cold wind was enough to smack her in the face and dampen her excitement. She looked around and found that the heavy clothes were

on people rather than on them. The pedestrians did not stop moving;

they streamed in a colorful torrent of woolen shawls and hats, while

the sky, heavy with pink clouds in the dark of the night, was too beautiful

to be distinguished in the cold.
The floor under her feet was covered with what looked like dirty

white ceramic, with large shoe prints left by people. She wondered,

"Am I delusional, or is the ground really frozen?"
She bent down foolishly to touch the ground, and her eyes shone with a sparkle that broke the intensity of a shiver that ran through her body. It was the first time she had seen a real winter covered in snow, freezing people's voices, leaving only echoes of smoke drifting from their mouths.
She rushed without stopping, cutting that colorful torrent, her dream bag becoming lighter, skipping one more wish.
She stood among the tall buildings as if in the land of giants, where people had become very small, as if they were inside a snow globe. Whenever it was shaken, their hair and pockets were filled with snow, so she opened her mouth wide, trying to catch some of the fallen snow.
She was aware of the absurdity of her look as she attempted to embrace the sky with open arms, asking for more, and with a wide-open mouth, trying to catch the snow that soon melts the moment it touches the skin of her face.
It was a delicious obsession she had never experienced before, a feeling of fascination not so different from a baby's first time seeing shiny things, or like his infatuation with the dancing, colorful wall shadows reflected by a dim light beside his rocking bed.
and how much the cold city lights were flickering inside her...
She grabbed the winter by his extended hand and pulled him to a nearby spot with a colorful banner. She wanted to talk with him... She invited him to drink warm coffee and stare at passersby under the fluffy snow showers.

 There is nothing better than staring at people you don't know, much like those cinematic portraits of people walking through a certain rhythm played by a strong wind.
 She wanted so much to be in one of these winter portraits, as she had   enough of just gazing at the magical chest that was sitting in the middle of   the living room.

 She wished her parents had experienced a real winter... she thought...   Maybe my mom would invite the winter man to drink green tea and chat   while she knits him a woolen hat.
 She doesn't remember owning a woolen hat as a child...
 She peeked at the man sitting next to her, who was staring at the passersby...

His coffee was becoming warmly cold.
Is there another color for winter that she does not know...? That heavy silence makes white clouds come out of your mouth whenever you try to speak, so you exhale.

She wanted something like winter but warm...
The stare continued, snow falling from the sky, and a thin streak of smoke emanating from the frozen cup of coffee.
-        I can't stand it anymore     she said it eagerly
-        I want to play with the snow... I want to build a snowman...
She jumped to her feet excitedly and signaled to the winter man to escort her... but he did not move.
She ran toward the road, collecting her coat in her hands, forming what looked like a large bowl.
-        I will collect as much snow as possible          she repeated excitedly
Dancing under the white kisses, she became more certain that the sky does not rain cotton.
And that the ground may become slippery and dangerous.
And that man who was supposed to dance with her under the snow was staring at her from behind the glass.
As if it were her, too... even only for a moment in a crystal globe.