A cold winters mourn.. (open)

It’s cold.
This is the first thing I notice as I step out of my house to greet the dawn of a new day. I’ve always been good at stating the obvious.
The wind sends a breeze through the district making me grateful for my Black hoodie I go nowhere without. The smell of pine and oak pervades my senses and I smile. It’s the smell I’ve known all my life and couldn’t imagine being without. The smell I have grown to know in this hellhole of district 7. This is home.

I am careful to close the door to our house; well you could call it that. If a roof held up by 4 walls that are slowly deteriorating can be considered a house. I carefully pull on the door till I hear the click ensuring me that the bolt has caught. Checking my boots to see if they remained tied through the night I finally get a good look at the snow that seems to have crept up overnight. I am tempted by childish thought to grab a handful into a snowball, but refrain from doing so. I'm not 5 anymore...... I turn and begin to wander, letting my feet lead me. My mind doesn’t know the destination but my feet never have led me wrong.

About an hour later I’m standing in front of a 5 foot white male with stony eyes and twigs for arms a snowman. How I got here I don’t know, my mind wandering for most of my walk. Always remembering to keep up my false smile. I stare at this snowman, this ode to winter and can't help but feel happy. Looking into its stone eyes I feel that childishness creeping back into my mind, something I have suppressed for so long. Living in the world trying to see all of the good has blinded me from the simple things of joy. Checking over my shoulder with a quick glance I reach down and scoop up a pile of snow.

Now I have two friends and I look them in the eyes. My warm brown ones to their cold stone ones. I feel 1000 times lighter, as if I can float up and see the place the snow is slowly falling from. I carefully take off my hoodie and place it onto the newly created snowman of mine. I take a step back and slowly begin to take in these two happy creations in this seemingly hopeless District. I stare and stare and stare..........

Every cloud has a silver lining........