I keep remembering our meeting, that dark autumn evening. For me, that step was both so timid and so brave.

Snow was falling, and before my eyes was your funny jacket—the one I could never forget and kept searching for in passing strangers. You left, and I didn’t watch you go—just like in all our later meetings, I never looked after you... But nothing stays in memory better than the cold, that greedy, sorrowful cold.

Such a bleak and dark autumn. I wanted you to find something for yourself too—something so warm and precious that you would remember it with reverence, even through the pain of loss or doubt, through the cold and the farewells. When the mere glow of a moment is enough to keep you warm