They told me it would be february 9th. They lived at the coast for seven years already and in all those years, they only saw snow three times.
While Joska kept on hoping on snowflakes on their intimate wedding day at the beach, Chris lifted his shoulders and smiled.
So their day began. And it was a true miracle when the first snowflakes came down the sky. I don't think I ever saw a less radiant bride. February 9th. Her hair suddenly all snowy white and her hands warmed by him.