Our time at the park last week after class was spent in pensive silence, standing on frozen streams and duck ponds, leaving footsteps and writing messages on perfectly untouched and undisturbed snow. In a couple of weeks, the streams and ponds would once again be riddled with all sorts of coloured fowls, the park would once again come to life, and the footsteps we left and the things we wrote would disappear, melting away with the snow. We both agreed that things are changing everywhere. The weather sensed it. The weather showed it. 

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