Santal Majuscule

That night, just before dawn, it snowed. A boy, with his collar, folded up to protect his neck, headed on his way to school. A thin white veil slipped beneath his feet and swirled around him, cloaking his mouth and the muffled words, “I'm going to be late!” First, he thought of quickening his pace, but then as if the idea came from somewhere else, he rejected it and decided to make things worse. From that moment on, the North Pole inhabited him.