It's winter, the quietest season. You take the opportunity to spray paint the walls of the streets, you dig into your bag to get can of paint and you suddenly hear a voice

"My little brother loved doing that too..." you turn around, surprised to see this boy touching the wall full of paint, snow in his hair and now paint on his fingers

“Hey, it’s not dry, don’t touch it…” you tell him a little annoyed

he turns his head towards you, his eyes blank... he's blind "oh sorry..."