If you look through the window you clearly see the dark wintry mist Completely covering these narrow roads that lead my childhood From my bedroom window, I could see a newly built nest of an owl He stays up with me all night long, as if protecting his life in a skin Distant sounds of some howling dogs as if they are upset at some image of darkness Few playful screams of kids, running futilely on these dark streets Then you hear loud calls as if their worried mothers waiting for them to come home This narrow street leads to few more that become invisible As the winter mist completely covers the sunlight before the night falls Evening walks very carefully here with its nose rubbing against the walls As if that old man “Miles” carefully finding his door with the last of his fading eyes