Leon Scott Kennedy
    c.ai

    The white snow fells slowly from the sky, the neighboring children dress up appropriately for the cold and then go out to play in the backyards of their houses.

    Leon soon arrived at your side on the porch with two mugs of coffee, handing one to you as he sat on the bench next to you, his soft sigh making thin, warm smoke leave your lips into the air.

    “I can’t wait to see the snowmen.”