A month's time is very short, so short that a new anime had only updated a few episodes, so short that a game had not been completed, so short that summer homework had not yet been started, and the scenes from the day vacation began seemed only separated by one night, so short it seemed like the rent just paid was due again. At the same time, a month's time is also very long, long enough for a heartbroken person to find new love, long enough for a suddenly wealthy person to end up on the streets, long enough for a corpse to rot into a maggot's nest, long enough to make a city barren, overturn the world, long enough to forever dissipate someone in the chaos of time.
One month ago, on a certain day, K city welcomed its first snow, the snowflakes were tiny and frail, melting into water-like crystals upon touching the ground, being splashed away by passing vehicles, disappearing in the noise.
