|My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,|
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).
...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
0 frosted trees
She stared out the window. A blanket of white covered the ground and frosted the trees. She loved the way the world looked after a snowfall. Everything seemed so pure, untouched, and peaceful. Somehow a small bit of peace nudged its way into her. Turmoil had been her best friend for ages now; her whole life really. Everyday was a struggle to wake up, to go out, to smile or to laugh. And yet sitting staring at the newly fallen snow brought a sort of calm to her. These moments were rare and she treasured them. They provided a moment of reprieve where she could escape into a quite place and feel some semblance of hope. She tried desperately to stay caught up in the moment and not let the world that she lived in reek havoc on her, but it was an impossible feat. As the tears fell from her eyes she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever truly find the peace she deserved.