Snow and milk

Ansgar was walking alone through the city. He looked up at the sky and saw the snow falling down on his face. He smiled and thought 'there is so much beauty'. He walked on, saw three girls laughing, falling in the snow. He saw a mother with her kids, a father with his daughter. And it was all so nice, he remebered how it was long tima ago, how sweet it was to experience snow as a kid. Ansgar  and his friends used to play in the snow all day long, build a giant snowman, throw snowballs into the neigbour's garden, run, roll, jump in a white carpet of snow. And after a tiring day he would run back home, drink a warm cup of milk and hide under a warm blanket. He wished the kids he was the same happy feeling as the one in his memory.

Thinking of the warm milk Ansgar stopped by the first café he saw, to warm up and enjoy the snow from behind a window. Ansgar walked in, greeted the barman and took a seet behind a corner where no one else sat. There were just two tables behind the corner. He ordered a warm milk, took off his hat, put his gloves next to him on the bench and placed his coat on top of them. While waiting for his drink, Ansgar saw a small book laying on the floor. He picked it up and read the back cover. He was not convinced by what he read at all. He often pictured that he would once find a book in a lost place that would guide him through life. But well reality was that this book must've been of an idiot, so he did put it back on the floor. Maybe this is were the book belongs.

The waiter brought him his warm milk, accompanied by a piece of cake. Ansgar broke of a piece of the little cake, put it in his milk, pulled it out and ate it. He always did this to see how hot the milk was. A little too hot apparently. Ansgar warmed his hands on the warm cup when Cassiopeia decided to haunt him. Why on such a winter's day would Cassiopeia feel the need to bother him? Couldn't he leave her alone for one day? And instead of the sadness that normally befalls him, he got angry. He got mad at Cassiopeia. If she could not love him, why didn't she leave him alone? And he told the haunting ghost to go away! As far away as you can, you damned Cassiopeia. But when he saw her leaving and fading he whispered: 'but don't go too far, I might need you soon again'.

While chasing away Cassiopeia two people took place at the table in front of Ansgar. Taking off their pretty hats, scarves and coats, he saw there two snow angels. Oh, how beautiful to see this happy sweethearts gossiping about friends and lovers. How he wished he could still be a teenager at times, perhaps this is how his foolish crushes used to talk about him in highschool. Well, that was in the past. Now, who would talk about him in such a naive way? His innonence got lost a long time ago, and Cassiopeia took away his last hope on true love. But today was not a day to think of such things, today it was sufficient to look at the snow and face life with a smile.

Ansgar finished his milk, put on his gloves, hat and coat. He stood up from the bench, greeted the two girls with a smile, walked towards the bar, payed his milk and walked out into the snow.