Drift past snowflakes dancing and whisper through the words floating in gaps. Always there, never noticed. I wish I were a young girl’s tinkly laugh. I wish I were even a coat around an elderly man.
Alas, I am unnoticed, invisible. Wandering down paths I pull the snow; it twists and swirls and dips, like stardust. And was that me? Yes, it was. I made something to treasure, a sparkle to admire.
A man looks up and smiles, his coat forgotten on his shoulders. A girl glances up from beneath her lashes and her eyes widen watching the breath of air.