The Paradox of Freedom (2)

Her cheek felt cold.

“…!”

Lydia looked up.

The darkening sky was quietly churning with gray clouds. Tiny snowflakes began to fall, one by one.

Before long, a path of snowflakes formed on the ground like a thin carpet. Nearby, cadets held out their palms and murmured, ‘Oh, it’s snowing.’

-The first snow’s late this year.

-I guess it’s because the summer was hot.

-Winter’s already coming….

Watching the scene,

Lydia nodded...