It was mid-January. The most beautiful period of winter. There was still snow everywhere and a slight frost was felt.

In the very center of the park, in the middle of the white snow, which shone orange due to the sunset, you and Leon danced a waltz. Smiling happily, he looked into your eyes.

“You are very beautiful,” the man said quietly, unable to take his eyes off you. He always admired you and your beauty. Especially at this wonderful time.