Love Lesson

The shouting snow blizzard keeps shooting anger Towards us. My face hurts, while Trying to defend my eyes. Line waiting for the bus I hid a frowning face constantly moving trying to turn my back to the angry blizzard. All people were doing the same except.... Her. A mother holding a blanket with clenched bare purple hands. Thin blanket barely covering a smiling baby. Immobile stone like standing mother talking to her baby released an instant burst of laughes from both sides, mother and child. Ashamed of my complains I raised a smiling face Towards the wind And thanked. Indeed, a love lesson! However angry the snowy wind could never break Pure love connection.