by Leah Berry
The night sky is why people wished they could fly. Supinely, it
was the most pulchritudinous of art, alive with the rawest of energy, a
symphony of the eyes, promising life within the darkness, a warmness stroking
from the cold. Giants of the earth, the snow-covered trees branched with
multiple arms and foregone shaking off the substance as they knew more would
eventually cascade onto their leaves (who even knew if the trees were green
underneath the suffocating weather?). If anyone was outside- who could be with
the snow blocking the door to the lit, oak cabin? -breathe would be pale
against the numbing air and blinking would be like seeing the luminosity of the
sun for the first time since having your eyes closed for your entire life.
However, with your eyes shut to the lambent world the frost would patiently
kiss their face, entering your mind to envision a wintery wonderland. Slap!
And the imagery was broken... Like it was rising, frost would stiffen legs;
make toes clench; turn noses painfully, bloody red and shake your head
involuntarily.
Archaic and festering, the wooden slats barely kept the light
burning kindle heating the smallest cabin. Unfortunately, a lone man was
entombed inside by the cell walls of Mother Nature, with only his skis as
comfort. Agonisingly, the man sucked on his teeth as he sat up looking out the
window at a heavenly hell he was barely protected from. Pained and desperate,
he peered down at the blood spilling from his leg: his only other source of
warmth. Morbidly, the sight was a haunted beauty against the purest, most
innocent form of weather with a horrible effect on the human body: against
blood, a connotation of death and pain and anguish. It was that big of a
difference, it was shocking nobody saw the spine-curling red from miles away.
Sighing, the pain began to numb, and he succumbed to his final
showing breathe and stared out the trifling window with heavy eyelids. Giving
in, he let them fall. His last image of snow haunting his final memory.
Whenever he dreamt of his final image, it didn't contain a heavenly glow his
mind then decided was the devil's work. Like a deer in headlights, the bright
brown cabin stuck out, yet nobody was able to wade through the clotting snow or
see it as it blinded everyone with glimmers. But it did stop. However, it
wasn't until it all liquefied and cleared to a drying river that the blue body
was discovered.
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