Memories of Snow

Me a little girl of seven
My little brother three and a half
sitting on two small chairs by the window
looking up to the sky
It's snowing.
we stare and stare
until we feel we are going up
up up into the white sky.
the snow is falling
we are rising
we are on our way
to a distant planet.
we are giddy 
holding hands 
but we won't stop staring
we must have known
that if we stop our gaze
we will fall down
down to earth.
holding hands happy
staring at the snowing sky.