Post by doodle :) on Jan 2, 2022 2:12:22 GMT -5
Winter ought to be considered an evil thing. It is the “death time.” Everything is still, like a corpse. The colors of the world bleed out in the fall, and the winter is nothing more than the husks the colors leave behind. But sometimes it’s not so bad.
Like when freshly laid snow glitters in the clear sunlight. And snowflakes flitter around in the sky, their bodies spinning, as though in a solo dance. That is not so bad.
Ophelia dusted the fine white powder off the log before she sat on it, humming contentedly to herself as she gazed across the Meadow. Huddling as deep into her shabby winter-coat as she could, she looked up at the sky, blinking as snowflakes caught in her long eyelashes.
Lost in her own little world, she didn’t notice the snowball rocketing right for her.
SPLAT!
It smacked her right on the tip of her chin, bursting across her face and her neck as the impact tossed her backwards off her log, into a snow heap. She wiped the snow off furiously as she scrambled to her feet, teeth bared and nostrils flaring.
