On a happy, snowy winter day, the white snow tiger's feet were not touching the ground. There were traces on his body that we did not know but that we understood belonged to a family. It was a special tiger. He had large, slightly slanted, expressive eyes and, in my opinion, a docile, loving side. There were stories full of pride that we heard that made our chests swell... The surroundings were snowy, the sky was covered with fluffy clouds, the whiteness of the snowy weather was dominant. I looked at the sky longer…today must have been that day. The sky must have been pregnant with a miraculous event because the colors I caught through the clouds were different from the rest.

It was interrupted for a while. I came to the best angle to see inside. They would have to photocopy my mind to describe the beauty my eyes see. He had a story that shouldn't exist in the sky but that we need to understand. It was as if the sky was talking to us.
That day I realized that their eyes are always on us.

One doesn't always wake up to a day like this. Yes, the weather was cloudy and the view was beautiful, but one could only be so hopeful, peaceful and happy on a cloudy day.
If you believe that every day is miraculous, it can happen.