I felt for my dear candle. She looked at me with red tired eyes and that lovable gullible look in her eyes made me decide on the spot: I will not turn it off this morning, I thought to myself.
I stood up slowly and walked to the window; it was buried in a thick layer of snow. A fresh young wind blocked off most of the window space, leaving only a little space the size of a spyglass to peep through. I caught a glance of him; it was a young chap facing the opposite direction. He bashed around the snow heaps, breaking them into bulky pieces as if preparing for a great battle. He was determined to unsettle the snowflakes, trying to rest over the frozen nature, depriving it of their sparkly fluffiness.
”Well, the young wind is very stroppy today!” I said to myself, looking around to discover
