SANTAL MAJUSCULE

That night, just before dawn, it snowed. A boy, his neck bent to protect himself, was on his way to school. A thin white veil slipped under his feet and swirled around him, covering his mouth and muffling his words: "I'm going to be late! At first he thought of picking up the 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 lived in him.