Yuko caught from the sky the perfect subject to just write about. A small swiveling snow flaked floated slowly to the ground, rocking from place to place like a boat. Itâ€™s slight wet sparkle seeming to light up the frolic of his mind. Automatically the hand thatâ€™s wrapped with a bandage began to write feverishly on the small piece of paper that he had. The pain none existent to his hearts desire to write about anything, especially this small form of beauty in a snow wonderland.<br/><br/>After a while his hand began to feel numb and he had to force himself to stop, shoving the small snow dusted paper into his pocket before he stood up to brush off the tiny building snow flakes on his hoodie. A check board green and gray cement path littered the walk way. It had been there before but he was just to ..upset to notice it then. In interest his feet took him down the pathway opposite of how he got there. His eyes taking in the crisp whiteâ€™s and faded brownâ€™s that came with winters delight. As he walked his stressed feeling and pent up aggravation at the world seemed to fade, and the stillness of the forest cause a bleak openness in him. He knew he had married for the wrong reasons, and he was treating his snobby ass wife wrongly. But in reality what he could do? He had to eat to his fans taste as the saying goes otherwise he wouldnâ€™t have a job.<br/><br/>The path seemed to curve around a beautiful crystalline lake that was frozen over by the cold air. Winter did that..freeze things. This was Lake Ashi if his mind was correct. He heaved a sigh. Watching the winter snow decorate the lake , his mind so far gone that he didnâ€™t notice anyone else that could of been seeing the same beauty. It was intoxicating how nature treated itself in ways that no one could see. Adorning itâ€™s lands with white, flowers, and water that breaths life into everything.