Finally… I’m sharing some fiction here! Let me know if you want more.:)
The sun had long since set, but the terror of darkness was absorbed by the new-fallen snow. Soft and silent, winter’s cloak sat still and listened to the crunch of boots.
Their tread was ponderous… slow and ever slowing. At last it stopped, and the boots stood silent in the snow.
Their owner paused and cast a searching glance across the whitened fields. She couldn’t see the line where the sky should have met the snow. She could discern no variation in the color, shape or shadow.
At last she was alone with her thoughts – no distractions, no interruptions. No one to tell her that her trials weren’t fierce. That her burdens weren’t heavy. No one to tell her that her dreams were not important.
And so she poured them out, a stream of words that rushed into the night. They spread upon the snow and melted in, scared and trembling.
She breathed in deep the frozen air, and held it in her lungs. It stung and burned, but still she held it close.
At last she let it go, a misty, frozen cloud. She smiled at its beauty. For a touch of a moment, it lingered in the air… then crept away on silence.
She turned and left her pain, her breath, to shiver in the cold.