A Walk in the Snow

A Walk in the Snow

Despite everything she’d been through, she still loved the snow. The quiet whispers from the trees, the desolate avenues and parkways, the white glow given to the world. Every time she saw the sky turn white, raining cold drops from the heavens, she was the first outside. Sometimes she even forgot a coat, and although her skin never burned from the cold like others did, she felt bare and vulnerable without a coat covering her arms. The swirling winds that danced her hair through the sky brought with it memories of the biggest snow storm of the century and what it had done to her.

She was inside that day, reading a book she could relate to more than she would admit, when the storm came rolling in. Like always, she jumped out of her favorite chair and ran outside to enjoy the beautiful weather. As she walked she jumped from side to side to make the tracks look like two people were walking next to each other, laughing together and enjoying the snow. She didn’t know why, but it was always something that she did. She always made two tracks, no more, no less, as if they were holding the place for the friend she wished to have. In a quick burst, the wind swirled around her like a miniature tornado, as if the storm had appeared just for her.

She stumbled down the street, realising that the wind was picking up at an alarming pace. She refused to go back and instead turned down yet another street. She walked along for another half hour, battling against the wind like a soldier marching towards home. In a way, she was marching towards home. Home for her wasn’t a place, it was a feeling. The feeling she got when hearing the snow crunch underneath her feet. The feeling she got when every inhale carried tiny snowflakes into her mouth with it. The feeling she got when she saw the trees topped in a delicate white lining. The feeling she got when it snowed.

Suddenly, the wind boomed into her side like an iron fist and her head slammed into the rocky turn of the curb. Objects in her view became consumed by a malicious darkness that kept on spreading and spreading until it was all that she could see. She felt like she was drowning, although she had never drowned. She was struggling to stay above the darkness but eventually she fell in. That was the last thing she thought before fainting on the side of a snow-topped road.