Thursday, November 24, 2005
Snow
The little girl fell into the thick blanket of snow that carpeted the mountain side, shaking with peals of delighted laughter. The place had an ethereal touch to it, as though someone had lovingly recreated a scene from a storybook. She had never seen snow before. She scraped some of the frozen ice off the ground and fingered it curiously. It was harder than she had expected. She had always thought that snow was light and fluffy, like cotton candy. She started to build a snowman, but decided that it was too tiring. So she built a miniature one and placed it next to her mom for babysitting.
Her father rented a little red plastic sled for her and showed her how to navigate down the slope. After a few practise runs, she was ready to go the distance by herself. Eagerly, she tugged the red sled up the slope and settled into the seat. The view was breathtaking, but the edge revealed a menacingly forest of trees below. But the danger wasn't apparent to her. All she wanted was to go as fast as she could. SHe wanted to fly.
Down, down, down, she slid, laughing and screaming as she swerved to narrowly avoid irate skiiers. The icy wind took her breath away as the sled gathered speed... and before she knew it, the exhilerating ride was over. She struggled to her feet and raced up the slope to begin another thrilling journey down.
But as the sun slid gently below the horizon and the lamplights flickered on, people started to head back towards the railway station.
" Come on," her father told her. " It's getting late."
Tears welled up in her eyes. HOw could she leave? She didn't know when she would ever see snow again. How about her little snow man?
Her mother led her by her hand to the train station. She bent down and picked up a handful of snow. Well, at least she could bring some down the mountain... then maybe she could keep it and admire it.
The people settled onto the train seats to begin the journey back to teh city.
THe carriage shook and jolted as the train raced back, bringing its tired load of passengers closer to their abodes. THe little girl was oblivious to the chatter around her, she just focused on the little ball of snow in her gloved hands.
.
She knew in her heart that it would melt, but yet she still stared hopefully at the melting ball of ice, willing it to remain as real and as solid as the magical day that had just passed.
But the stubborn ball just grew smaller and smaller... until it was nothing but a wet puddle in her hands.
Tears slid down her face. SHe knew she was being silly, but she missed it already.
she wondered, when was the next time she would ever see it again.
The little girl fell into the thick blanket of snow that carpeted the mountain side, shaking with peals of delighted laughter. The place had an ethereal touch to it, as though someone had lovingly recreated a scene from a storybook. She had never seen snow before. She scraped some of the frozen ice off the ground and fingered it curiously. It was harder than she had expected. She had always thought that snow was light and fluffy, like cotton candy. She started to build a snowman, but decided that it was too tiring. So she built a miniature one and placed it next to her mom for babysitting.
Her father rented a little red plastic sled for her and showed her how to navigate down the slope. After a few practise runs, she was ready to go the distance by herself. Eagerly, she tugged the red sled up the slope and settled into the seat. The view was breathtaking, but the edge revealed a menacingly forest of trees below. But the danger wasn't apparent to her. All she wanted was to go as fast as she could. SHe wanted to fly.
Down, down, down, she slid, laughing and screaming as she swerved to narrowly avoid irate skiiers. The icy wind took her breath away as the sled gathered speed... and before she knew it, the exhilerating ride was over. She struggled to her feet and raced up the slope to begin another thrilling journey down.
But as the sun slid gently below the horizon and the lamplights flickered on, people started to head back towards the railway station.
" Come on," her father told her. " It's getting late."
Tears welled up in her eyes. HOw could she leave? She didn't know when she would ever see snow again. How about her little snow man?
Her mother led her by her hand to the train station. She bent down and picked up a handful of snow. Well, at least she could bring some down the mountain... then maybe she could keep it and admire it.
The people settled onto the train seats to begin the journey back to teh city.
THe carriage shook and jolted as the train raced back, bringing its tired load of passengers closer to their abodes. THe little girl was oblivious to the chatter around her, she just focused on the little ball of snow in her gloved hands.
.
She knew in her heart that it would melt, but yet she still stared hopefully at the melting ball of ice, willing it to remain as real and as solid as the magical day that had just passed.
But the stubborn ball just grew smaller and smaller... until it was nothing but a wet puddle in her hands.
Tears slid down her face. SHe knew she was being silly, but she missed it already.
she wondered, when was the next time she would ever see it again.
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