Writer's Block: A Winter Memory
The air. I can feel it rushing all around me. The snow is tickling my nose and I try to brush it away with one of my mittens. The air feels crisp and cold. I know it's winter, but I'm still awed by it. I lay down in the snow and feel it crunch beneath me. I make snow angels until I feel frozen all over.
I breathe in. The cold air rushes into me and fills me. Another breath. The cold air smells of a bonfire somewhere in the distance. It wafts over to me through the snowflakes and I feel so alive.
I look around me and see a world of pristine, white snow. The yard is empty, the kids have all gone inside. Yet I am still here. I'm waiting for something. I look up into the sky and see the snowflakes twirling down and I sigh. It's nighttime and I can just make out the stars above, twinkling. They seem to be competing with the snow for the most beautiful sight.
I hear nothing at first. Then I begin to hear the sound of the wind as it rushes past me. Suddenly I hear the Christmas music coming from one of the houses far off to my left. It's a quiet song and it does not disturb the serene and peaceful setting.
I sigh and sit down in the snow again and raise my head. I let a snowflake touch my tongue and I shiver. It tastes cool and refreshing and I'm struck again with the quiet beauty of this moment.
I stand and slowly walk home, wondering if I'll ever experience anything quite like that ever again.
I breathe in. The cold air rushes into me and fills me. Another breath. The cold air smells of a bonfire somewhere in the distance. It wafts over to me through the snowflakes and I feel so alive.
I look around me and see a world of pristine, white snow. The yard is empty, the kids have all gone inside. Yet I am still here. I'm waiting for something. I look up into the sky and see the snowflakes twirling down and I sigh. It's nighttime and I can just make out the stars above, twinkling. They seem to be competing with the snow for the most beautiful sight.
I hear nothing at first. Then I begin to hear the sound of the wind as it rushes past me. Suddenly I hear the Christmas music coming from one of the houses far off to my left. It's a quiet song and it does not disturb the serene and peaceful setting.
I sigh and sit down in the snow again and raise my head. I let a snowflake touch my tongue and I shiver. It tastes cool and refreshing and I'm struck again with the quiet beauty of this moment.
I stand and slowly walk home, wondering if I'll ever experience anything quite like that ever again.