Winter's Walk

by Corrie White

A cold breeze crossed my face as I walked.  I took in the refreshing frigid air into my lungs and  stopped to stare at the splendor of the snow-covered world that surrounds me.

It’s quiet within  the stark whiteness of the fresh fallen snow in the forest of my winter wonderland. It called me, beckoning me to venture out into it’s frosty wasteland.

  I walk further out  through the crisp snow greeted by  animals playing happily and  birds flying high in the blue grey sky.

   I march absently for hours,  treading through thick snow, but my feet and hands aren’t frozen nor is it hard to breath against the strong winter’s gust.

While I ponder this I saw  a path, where the snow is thick and lush. A virgin trail not yet trampled. I stare down this path of crisp whiteness and a daunting  feeling overcome me.  I pondered whether to go back, and found myself stepping away from  this unknown route when suddenly the wind changed.

I turned quickly to run back the way I had come. I ran as fast as I could, but it was too late.  I stopped, already feeling my lost.

I stared at my feet and started to cry. I had already begun to melt.

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