 What's Past is Prologue My girls know.. dc=LOVE
Thiago wandered down a path stamped down by several feet over the course of the season. It was absolutely, unforgivably, ridiculously cold country. He looked out onto the mountains to the east and was able force his frozen mouth to smile a bit. It was pretty. Not in the same way as Brasil. Not the same way at all- more austere. More... unforgiving. Or maybe that was just to him. Maybe others saw endless possibility.
He thought Eiri was going to be here... but he didn't see her yet. He did a quick scan of the people skating. There was no flash of hair more red than brown, eyes more blue than gray. He sat close to the lake on the frozen grown, tripling the loop his scarf had around his neck and looking out on the mountains again. He took out a leather-bound book and began to write, lists and lists of english words that he knew and their Portuguese equivalent, until they began to rhyme and he wasn't even paying attention anymore, he was dreaming, climbing the mountains, holding her hand, playing futbol, everywhere at once. |