My world is totally white today!

Today early in the morning you open your eyes and face with whiteness when you look out of the window in your room and find every where white. You see snow falling down and whitening every where.
What a world you have! And you always define it from the window of your room.

The first thing you do, coming out of your room is putting a pile of snow apart as a point to target with snowballs. You try hard but you can’t hit the target while you are tired but still you keep shooting snow balls until you hit the target, and you know that you are a dogged person. You don’t let it go until you hit it as all others things of your life; when you say something, you don’t leave it without doing it, you have to fulfill it!

It is very cold though, but not matter when you are warm internally, I mean when your heart is warm with fireplace of love, nothing outside can make you feel cold even if you are in the middle of snow because it is different when talking about love and snow.

The whiteness of snow gives you energy, warms you internally and then you don’t care if it is too cold. The first things you notice in the whiteness of snow, is its plainness, cleanness, being full of straightforwardness, full of truth, and white truth, without dirt, without betray, without lies and finally without darkness.

Falling of snow also reminds you of movement, a movement like migration, moving from one place to another but for snow, you feel regret to see it coming from a high and prestigious place down on the earth to be tramped under the feet of humans, who are sometimes very dirty and fierce. Who are sometimes without consciences, without feeling and without the power of correct judgment.

When it snows, sometimes you enjoy watching each snow flake falling down. You follow them one by one from a height until they settle down on the earth which is a resettlement or a refuge. The snowflakes fall down with different movements, and you never know where in what part they have been in the heights. When wind blows smoothly and takes snowflakes here there, you think of your own refuge, where you were, and how like a snowflake without having a choice to lead the direction of your life, you were settled on another land.

Falling down, dancing and smiling as if they are to bring something new like a change by their presence and of course they bring whiteness to cover the dirt and cruelty of human beings. By their short presence they color everywhere equally to show humans how to treat with each other, and how to be simple, transparent and clear in any surface and situation.

It shows you to be as white, as plain, and as honest as it is, and you should learn how to dedicate and sacrifice yourself for the others as it does; coming down to cover what we all make as dirt although it melts and die sometime later but still when they melt they go down under the earth to drench the earth and give a new life to the plants and other living beings for the coming year.

When snow comes heavily, you may see, some little birds without nests looking for food, but you think, life is a struggle and they have to do something to survive.

You may see the poor vendors are unhappy with the snow and can not sell their things but on the other hand you see some others have got a job to shovel the snow and clear paths, then you say to yourself; “take it easy man! It is life! Something is to be lost to gain some other things!”

You may also see the old alcoholic man is found dead somewhere near the central station, but still you say; “if old people won’t die, there wouldn’t be space for the newcomer or new- born babies, let some one die to evacuate for some others.”

While you wait for a bus in the bus stop, a piece of melting snow may drop from the tree into your collar and you feel a sudden cold on your neck, and uncontrollably you may say; “Oh Shit!” then you see you have no way and you clean it.

You would go and find places where the snow is not touched on the ground, to draw some figures and drawings and express your feelings; you go and draw something here, and then, another thing over there and then another thing a bit further and then time passes and you don’t know how many things you have drawn by then, you feel your feet are almost numb, and you can’t walk through the snow anymore with your torn shoes and you don’t want to go home either.

The time you have, you want to pass it with snow, and you want to be with snow as long as you can. Without knowing you begin to pile snow all together to make a snowman; with many efforts you make one finally. It is very similar to a human you see, very similar to yourself indeed as you look at it carefully. And as you finish its face, it smiles at you, for a while you don’t know what to do with it.

You get crazy! Kicking and destroying the snowman you shout angrily; “You human! If I were God, I would never create you!”

It is already night though but the whiteness of the snow break through the darkness, thus you don’t feel the night, but you are tired and have to go home. On the way, you don’t have to use your torch as the brightness of snow is your light. You go home, and you thank god, another day is passed.

You want to record your passed day, but your eyes hurt as you were with the snow the whole day and your eyes are tired and you can’t see very well. But at the end while you can’t see with your eyes, you write all these crazy notes with your insight to let the others know about your one day with snow, you close your eyes to pass the deam darkness inside your room.