No one could see her but for the impressions her foot left in the snow, yet she knew she was beautiful.
The mountain, where she dwelled, woke up to the warmth of sun rays falling on its snow clad top, reflecting rainbow colored lights.
Nights were chilly and lonely but a snow leopard would occasionally haunt her place in the ice-rimmed shrubbery. She’d wave her hand gently across the beast’s fur and it’d shake itself vigorously thinking it to be a touch of cold breeze. Then it would run away, leaving her with the silence of the mountain.
A gentle pat on her shoulder, and she knew it was the touch of a man. She turned in surprise; it was a man indeed, his face pale as snow… his shape, fragile as a tweak.
Before she could say a word the man held her by her wrist and pulled her with himself. She hadn’t felt the touch of a man in years but for some reason his touch felt quite familiar.
She turned to look back, while still being dragged, held by the wrist, she saw her footprints in the snow…she saw his footprints in the snow.
His rushing feet came to a halt, so did hers.
The man pointed in the distance, two snow leopards were devouring his body frozen in the snow…when he held her hand she felt he was as invisible to the world as she was.