The icy clean snow rests upon frozen ground, undisturbed. A soft breeze cuts through the air swiftly, and all is calm in the frosty paradise.

All too soon, the air shifts. Something is coming. In the distance, body of a heavily dressed character bobs into sight, leaving ample footsteps in the once untarnished snow floor. As the being bounds closer, the crunching of the miniscule ice crystals become more prominent. Out of breath, the ambitious runner suddenly stops. All is calm again, set aside the deep breathing of the winded girl.

It seems as though she is a statue made of stone until she quickly proves that theory wrong, when she suddenly collapses onto her back in the deep snow. As she lies on the snow, still slightly panting, her back starts to feel slightly damp as a result of the melting snow. The eager young lady takes a deep, fathomless breath free of care, causing icicles to form at the tip of her nose. She smells the crisp scent of nature, and the nip of the breeze. Suddenly her arms tear out from her sides, and shoot out, forming over her head. The snow parts as her arms fly, up and down. After a while, it becomes difficult to maneuver her arms. Alternately, she starts pushing snow with her legs, compacting the snow below her, causing miniature mountains to form around her.  Suddenly a stray piece of snow finds its way into her boot, causing a detestable sound of shock to escape her mouth.  As fast as she fell down, she is up again, miraculously managing to shake her foot as she bounds back towards where she came from. Once again all is hushed, so much so, that you could hear a pin drop.

Posted, by mrogers in Writing.