It was 26th of December and difficult to say whether it was his ruthless passion or the so called spirit of Christmas that triggered him to set out that wintry evening into the threshold of icy cold winds.
As he mounted his bicycle he wondered what made his passion and his lunacy intermingle to this extent, his woollen muffler flying around his back like the tail of a comet.
Then finally he reached, she also came and they looked at each other, eye to eye, exchanging voiceless messages.
However the presence of too many known people around them prevented them to express their true feelings.
Then a bye-bye was exchanged for she must leave and he was left alone, with only the winter, the dark night and the icy winds to embrace him.