I dreamt that it was snowing. I was looking through a window of my beloved’s apartment. It was late at night and everything was quiet. The snow was quite thick and steady. I remember thinking that it would build a thick blanket by the morning. When I woke up this morning, my beloved was already in her office. I rolled up the shutters in expectation of the snow, but I saw blue skies and much sunshine. The building on the other side of the street shone bright. There was no trace of the snow anywhere I looked. For some reason, I felt disappointed. Nay, cheated. I am hardly the only one in these parts who is dreaming of snow at this time. The poor meteorologists keep promising it every winter, but without any success. If it snows, it is mixed with drizzle. All it does is make bigger puddles. Blankets of snow are becoming rare in the city. In a few short years, they will become the stuff of dreams for true.