Reality. Snow.

I'm trying to write again... but I can't seem to unless I am utterly depressed... here goes...

The snow fell gently on the bare streets.
No cars in sight, pure silence on this cold winters night.

I love the way snow feels against your skin. The small little flake so tiny, and innocent… looking so soft. The way it immediately melts into your flesh. That brief moment where you can see its beautiful shape before it disappears never to be seen again.

Someone once told me no two snowflakes are alike – there must be billions and billions of these designs… more than any mind can fathom.

As I sat inside, my eyes gazing out, my breath leaving fog on the window, I felt a soft longing tugging at my heartstrings.

As silent as the night outside, I threw on a hoodie and my sneakers and went outside.

The snow was freshly fallen. No footprints or marks marring its perfect surface.

I pulled an ungloved hand from my pocket and lay it in the snow. The cold tingling of the cold burned my hand but quickly dissipated into a kind of warmth.

The snow was falling everywhere now, and I just stood in the middle of it, my hands buried in my pockets, a hood over my head, just staring into the sky. I stood in the middle of the empty street, ignoring it all.

Hey.

I turned. A streetlight slowly flickered, then turned off, darkening the street.

Hi.

I kicked the snow around my feet, trying to ignore the cold biting through my sneakers and into my skin.

It’s pretty, isn’t it?

Yes.

Leaving the world behind, I walked. I wasn’t quite sure where I was going, but I felt I needed to go somewhere… somewhere away from here.

It’s hard to believe this is the world we live in… isn’t it?

Sometimes. But I just keep on living…

I found myself in the park, trudging through the un-cleared paths and leaving behind the mark of my voyage. I ignored the damp soaking into my jeans.

Smile. Laugh… that’s all you can really do.

The trees gently hung onto their captives, decorating themselves in garlands of ice and snow. A winter wonderland.

I raised my arms, and danced about – as if conducting my orchestra, my silent orchestra. The music danced around me, I could hear it all around me, pulsing through my veins. The small brush of a branch in the wind, each tiny snowflake falling giving off its own distinct sound. A musical masterpiece in my winter wonderland.

That’s a nice way to live life.

It is.

But then…

But then?

I brushed off a small patch on the bench and sat down.

It doesn’t seem real.

I leaned back on the wooden bench; it creaked under my weight. My eyes drifted off to the street beyond, still empty. No one dared drive in the snow. The streetlights were the only source of light. The buildings were asleep, and the stars did not shine this magical night.

I heard crunching in the snow behind me, then a body slide itself on the other side of the bench.

“Hey” he said.

“Hi.”

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”