Winter night. The fire crackles in the hearth. I walk to the small window, rub the ice-covered glass, revealing a bit of the outside world... Of the world that is calling me. Blue snow sparkles in the moonlight, the branches of firs hang low down, heavy under the thick, shining pillows of snow. I drop a few billets into the fire and walk to the door. I hesitate a bit before taking a heavy coat on. It's not comfortable but the night is very cold. I decide not to take the gloves and hat, only thick, warm, soft shoes, the kind Eskimos wear. I open the door and walk outside, closing the door as if cutting the string connecting me with that world. The frost bites my face. I breathe deeply, inhaling the fresh scent of the forest in winter night, the unique, unforgeable scent of the firs, frost touching the inside of my nostrils, gentle wind. The small window behind me, the bright circle of light, where I removed the ice seems so unreal... I walk towards the middle of the glade. My shoes sink in the deep snow but later the surface is harder and gives better support for my feet and my steps are easier and faster. I rise my face to the stars, spread my arms wide and feel the gentle touch of wind and the sparks of frost nibbling my hands. I kneel down, rest my hands on the snow, place a gentle kiss on it. Then I lie down on my back and look up into the sky... The full Moon shines brightly, the night is like a day under a strange blue Sun. This is the right place for me to be in this world. I belong to it, I belong to this place. I close my eyes and share my energy with the Nature.
Unknown "AnnaMaria" Sexy
- 17 years, 1 day ago
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