The wind and the snow are doing everything they can to force me back into the warm and cosy home but I don’t want to go.
I don’t know these men and women or the boy: only sixteen years old. He was the hero of the football team and so well loved.
These people cannot wait to tell me their incredible stories, so glad to meet somebody who listens for a moment.
The wind is blowing harder now and the snow has already gotten into my neck.
The house is warm, inside the children are playing and I'm sure there's a nice cup of tea, but I think I'll stay a little longer.
I don’t want to go, not yet, not now.