บท 100: Nothing is Permanent

Saturday, 28th November 1580.

Beautiful feathery snowflakes fell from the sky as they covered the city in a blanket of white. The roofs of the various buildings seemed to be enveloped by cottony carpets.

It was four in the evening and the sun had already hidden behind fluffy clouds as the sky turned grayish.

This sudden gentle drizzle of snow had completely changed the entire landscape. One moment everything was a mix of myriad colors, the next moment it had all turned to white. It was simply magical!

The people on the streets halted in their footsteps and looked up at the sky in pleasant surprise. The little children came out of their houses in delight, looking around in wonder.

Damascus had finally welcomed its first snow of the year!

Bryan stepped out of his apartment wearing a black three-piece suit, a gray overcoat, and a black fedora hat. He looked at the surroundings and smiled faintly, "Winter has arrived."