the world is not a cold, dead place.A Story by brit
Inspired by the band Explosions in the Sky, by the first snowfall of the year, by a girl I'm quickly falling for, and by the seven deadly sins.
The first snowfall of the year lifted everyone’s spirits, I think.
It certainly lifted mine.
The gentleness of the frail, white bits of matter touched my heart and my hand, and with heavy lashes I watched it, blinking, and felt a complete calm wash throughout my body.
I felt at peace then, and quietly, alone, I went to sit at the edge of the canyon.
Fresh was the air -- clean, beautiful, cold. Inhaling it made me imagine myself cleansed, pure, rid of my sins...the air I exhaled, it seemed, was somewhat whiter.
The world is not a cold, dead place, I told myself, but a living, breathing, paradise.
And to those who made it one, it was.
My finger trailed a pattern in the snow, of a heart, and I shut my eyes and breathed.
I could feel the snowflakes tapping against my cheeks, my hair, my shoulders. The soft pattering of them, undisturbed, whispered across my surroundings and painted a picture of my thoughts.
She was standing in front of me, bundled up in a hoodie with a blanket draped across her shoulders. The color was on her cheeks -- perhaps from the cold, or perhaps from something else -- and a shy smile marked her lips. She sighed.
Calmly I put my palm to the side of her face, remarking of how warm she was, and then I ghosted my thumb across her mouth. The metal there was icy to the touch, but her breath, slipping in little gusts, was hot.
It seemed to me then, that her color rose even more, and I smiled.
The snow was dancing about us, twirling in little patterns and dotting her head. The contrast was perfect. White snow upon black locks, and white snow upon black fabric; it was beautiful, and I told her it was.
She shook her head, giggled.
“It’s only the truth,” I whispered, pulling her closer.
She received me with an embrace, and shyly I moved to kiss her. There was a second where I hesitated, but she did not draw back and so neither did I. Our lips touched gently at first, and then again in a harder manner. The cold of her piercings met with the cold of mine.
My breath came out shaky.
Taking her hand, I pressed the palm to my mouth and kissed each finger in turn, watching her smile and look aside cutely.
“You’re silly,” she said, and I only smiled at the light in her eye.
I inhaled the cold again, opened my eyes, and stared out at the canyon. The snow had brought with it a sort of fog, and the canyon was so invisible and cloudy that for a moment I felt as if I was floating.
I would like to have been floating. In the clouds, perhaps, or somewhere on nothing but snow and sky.
The heart I had drawn before had been covered up now, -- it was marked only by a barely-distinguishable dip in the perfect white --, but I pressed my hand to my chest, and I smiled.
It couldn’t have been a second later after I had smiled, with my hand to my heart, that I noticed a woman approaching me from the distance.
© 2010 brit
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Last Updated on November 17, 2010
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About"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but in seeing with new eyes." -Marcel Proust Heyy, I'm Brit. There's not a whole lot to say about me, but I do love art and wr.. more..