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.