nod。
For you； a thousand times over； I heard myself say。
Then I turned and ran。
It was only a smile； nothing more。 It didn t make everything all right。 It didn t make anything all right。 Only a smile。 A tiny thing。 A leaf in the woods； shaking in the wake of a startled bird s flight。
But I ll take it。 With open arms。 Because when spring es； it melts the snow one flake at a time； and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting。
I ran。 A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children。 But I didn t care。 I ran with the wind blowing in my face； and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lips。
I ran。