She slowly sipped her drink and looked out the window. The snow began to fall again. She stood there for a moment, watching the snowflakes were hovering outside.Something is missing. Her brow furrowed sketchy. Of course, nothing is lost. She knows something is missing. Only she did not know what was missing. And if something was missing. And if something was missing that important or not. She sighed deeply. Well .... maybe not the important thing. She turned back to the window