SNOW

It's the first time I saw snow in Vancouver this morning,
like the autumn rain, in the cotton form.

Been here for several years, came and left, been stayed only from sever days to three months each time.
The total length I've stayed make me an three-year-old British Columbian.
Came back more like a guest rather than a residence,
I have never missed the winter, but always missed the snow.

Once they stopped me in the custom, questioned my will to stay.
Replied with the voice only I could hear:
"you can't read my mind, you don't know how I want to stay...."

"You can't read people's mind..." I always believe in it.

Snow also believes it, I think,
how they cover everything in white.

It's snowing, then it stoped; clean and clear.

I think, I'm gonna stay.