#Existential Musings Vol. 9.
#Le Notti Bianche
even a moment’s worth [of love] can last a lifetime
The snow has stopped falling. The ground was sprinkled with the snowflakes of purity, and the white footpath glistened despite the gray clouds hanging over its brilliance. The path followed the curve of the landscape, gently sloping up and down as it drew the sketch of the bridge and breathed life into the scene.
A man stood on the bridge,…