White End (again)

Melted snow, a police car.
A man in a coat.
A view outside from a nice clean office.
A world not set for winter, snow without coldness.
A man with a job feels like a mouse in a box.
Though the window is big, it’s not big enough to see the whole world.
Behind those mountains there are always more mountains.
Naked trees, a village lost.
Its the white end again, like six months ago in Thailand.
A year ago there was nothing, now there are snowflakes on the window.