i sit up and immediately shiver,
its so cold, so dead this morning.
'winter, you cruel beast',
i mutter to myself,
as i rub my arms up and down,
in an effort to warm myself.
there's no use in opening the blinds,
the bitter cold would just seep in,
without an ounce of mercy.
i pull myself out of my warm, protective blanket,
the cold surrounds me,
nipping at my bare toes.
i quickly slip into my house shoes,
warmth slowly wrapping itself around my cold feet.
i dress as quickly as possible,
groaning as the cold attacks my thin, pajama-clad body.
winter, the mysterious one.
beautiful, yet lethal.
'but no, it would never fool me,' i thought.
i run downstairs,
warm tea my only desire.
i pour hot water in the kettle,
and wait for it to boil.
bored, i step away from the kitchen,
and toward the back door,
to peer through the blinds.
my eyes widen as i gaze outside.
white. its all i can see.
white. everything is covered in it.
the trees sway in the slight breeze,
snow falling from their branches,
only to be covered up again by more snow.
the rising sun shines gently,
gently upon my lawn.
the snow glistens, shining like jewels in the sunlight.
i sigh, fog covering the window.
'winter, you...you beautiful disaster,'
suddenly, the wind howls eerily,
my kettle joins into its strange song,
shrieking along with the wind.
i shiver, the melody giving me chills.
soon, the kettle's shrieks die down,
and i walk over to get my tea ready.
the wind continues to howl its eery tune.
as i get my tea cup and bag ready,
steam floats up toward my face.
i pour the hot water into my cup.
the sharp smell of peppermint hits my nose,
as the tea continues to steep.
i am mesmerized by the sound of the wind,
and head back to the open blinds, cup in hand.
the snow dances with the wind's every move.
my eyes follow it.
i sip my tea and continue to watch,
watch the performance out my window.
to my surprise,
two people appear.
clad in snow, from head to toe.
they dance,
a strange dance, a wild one.
i watch, absorbed in the duo's movements.
they sway back and forth,
twisting around each other violently.
back and forth, back and forth.
i look down, my tea is done.
when i look up again, the sun has fully risen,
and the wind begins to die down.
the dancers begin to disappear,
and i feel sad.
i whisper,
'winter, maybe you're not so bad after all.'
. . . . .
since its winter, i thought it would be appropriate to write a short story about it. it went down to 19 degrees where i live! i'm still getting over that occurrence honestly. though i wrote about snow, we didn't get any in my neck of the woods sadly. how about you guys? did you guys get any snow where you live?was it gorgeous and beautiful and amazing? if so, i'm so jealous.
send some to me bro!
shalom,
- Sarah
