Today's snow falls slowly, as if even the sky is hesitating. Standing atop the tower, I see a crack in the distant clouds, and sunlight spills onto the thorny thickets, bringing a hint of warmth. Too bad that warmth can't reach my fingertips—but it's fine, I've long been used to touching unreachable temperatures with my eyes. If you're watching the snow right now, think about this: we may not share the same sky, but perhaps we share the same wind.