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Author: Cadence Beret
Five days had passed since the plane had landed. The fourth night after a bus ride through the city and mountain passes, she was well rested, but still uneasy.
Like a breath withheld, the air stood still, but the morning chill nevertheless managed to reach her exposed cheeks. Her steady steps, muffled in snow, the arctic air somehow took on a different feel. Even though she was surrounded by icicles, snow, below zero degrees – there was something so comforting in this new winter refuge she had travelled to.
Everywhere in sight, the lush, solid evergreens were covered with a blanket of white so thick, she couldn’t help but imagine how cozy all those nettles must be, nestled below the purest and most natural duvet of snow.
A hint of amber light caught the corner of her eye. She leaned into the pine’s snowy branches to better see what she first thought to be a burning flame. Her entire body and breath, as still as the air, like a movie, the scene quickly unraveled.
Less than a week ago, this was she, in her home with friends and family.
Unable to tear herself away, unblinking she stayed as the chill of doubt and fear drew nearer. This, inevitably, always translated into the ache of sorrow. But she was quick to abate the ache.
One last peer into the home’s warm glow, she pulled herself back from the snowy branches. A quick clench of the jaw and a deep breath in, the cold air refreshed like a shot of peppermint. She turned away from the sight of what so recently had been, and with every step, determination and resilience set in.
The snow-covered ground led her gaze to the mountaintops covered with a blanket of white. Uncertain which reached her first, the touch or the sight, but the morning’s first snowflake caught her eyelashes. Even after the glow of laughter and quick blinking eyes, undeterred, like a magnet it stuck. The snowflake remained as thick as the others covering the trees and mountaintops. It did not budge. Not until her glove-covered fingertip brushed it off and onto her index. There, where she could better see it, the snowflake did not budge. It did not melt. It stayed.
Funny she thought, how its icy cold particles instantly warmed her heart.
“Mom!” The familiar and joyful sound of her daughter’s voice jolted her back to reality, and before she could even conjure the wish, there was Cailyn, finally.
“Dad drove me here, but Mark’s on his way. He’ll be here any day now.”
Arms wrapped in a hug filled with so much comfort, no longer able to hold back tears – tears of joy, relief, and love, tumbled onto her daughter’s scarf.
Mother and daughter slowly parted from the warmth of the hug, but never again as they had so many years before.
Then one by one, as mother and daughter walked on, snowflakes gathered from beyond and gently dropped from the sky above.
One two three four
And so many many more
Came down slowly silently
From the sky down to the ground
One two three four
And so many many more
Star-like snowflakes filled the air
On this December so silent and fair
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