Glee flowed freely through me as I stared at the raging storm outside.
Snow.
The weather shouldn't make me this happy, yet I couldn't help but laugh softly to myself, watching the big swirling flakes tumble to the ground like a white waterfall. Covering everything in its path nearly instantaneously.
I slid open the balcony door, and stepped outside, barefoot, onto the thin dusting already on the patio, luxuriating in the cold that spread through me.
Oh, how I'd missed this.
The heat of this wretched place had held me down for far too long.
I leaned against the railing, feeling the cold breeze on my skin, the snow melting along my arms, my feet tingling in the slush around me.
This. This was freedom.
The snow brought freedom. An escape into a world all to my own with barely another soul in sight.
I glanced behind me. To the lighted room awaiting me. Trying to lure me back into its depths with its grasping arms of heat.
Ha.
It didn't understand that, no matter how much I hid it from the others.
I would always be a Child of Winter.
-Inspiration from Snow Storm
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