jdTella

"A black highway cutting through hills of white. A pale light hitting the mountains on the side, beyond the road. Empty wooden houses telling the traveller that sometimes, somehow, people inhabit that wasteland when the ground turns to green. But nobody is there now, no one who can witness the traveller's footprints in the snow, no one ever will, for God knows the night will erase those tracks. And the traveller will be lost, he wanders about the space looking back at the Earth and closer; he is a white dot on a white sheet of paper. He is the invisible man, only the snow meets him every day and forgets about him every night. He has something to say, but only the snow hears him. He has something to show, but only the snow has eyes to watch it. He has a heart to love, but only the snow hugs him. He has something worth dying for, but the snow, it lets him live."