“It was the first snowfall of the year. ......"

Standing by the window pane , I could see the snowflakes take its place, slowly,  one by one upon the bench by the backyard. Just like I could feel the winter our relationship had for the first time experienced. Cold moments were taking its place now upon our once really warm association.

Last night was the first night that we had slept without that warm snuggly embrace. How could he have forgotten that we had decided never to sleep over a row?
How could he have been so sound asleep when I was struggling to stop the flow of those tears?
How could he not feel, hear, sense my despair over such a cold indifference?
Was I overreacting?  
May be.
But never before had he left me weeping like that and turned over to the other side and calmly coldly slept through the night.

I imagined that the morning will bring a heart warming smile and in an instant melt away all of those frozen feelings of sorrow to give way to a beautiful spring of love that which always flowed from the depths of his heart to merge with the ocean of love in mine.

But the morning brought extended disappointment as he dressed up in the same cold indifference and walked off to continue the day. Leaving me with a shuddering shiver and a taste of the first snowfall of the year. ...........

“Winter had arrived....”