Sometimes the universe sends signs that gently call you back to life — and living was exactly what I needed, even if I didn’t realize it at the time.
It was a cold night. I got off the train and headed for my bus. Tired from a hard day at work, I had spent hours thinking about my purpose in life and how I could break free from the loop of being in a job that made no sense to me—where I didn’t feel fulfilled or recognised.
While I was waiting for the bus, I saw icy drops falling from the sky, and for a moment, I hoped it was snow. As people got on, I noticed small white flakes on their clothes, and their hair was wet from the drops falling from above.
In the next fifteen minutes between the station and my house, I realised that my wish had come true—it was indeed snowing. Between one stop and the next, all I could wish for was that the flakes would fall more slowly and last until I could get off to enjoy them.
Just over fifteen minutes later, I got off. As I crossed the road, a tear fell from my eye at the sight of those tiny flakes of ice falling on my face like icy feathers brushing my skin. It felt as if time had stopped, and I was watching life in slow motion—appreciating every sense and finding more meaning in my routine.
Without realising how much time had passed, I noticed that my hands were burning from the cold. I looked up at the sky, whispered a thank you, smiled, and ran to find my love at home.
Larissa Salvi 