Winter

The misty, cold, biting wind in winter,

Slowly oppressing many forms of life.

With the wind cutting as hard as a knife,

And the snow covering the alpine fir

The endless days pass in a slight blur.

The forms of life are hidden out of light

But yet not exactly a rife

As we see many invisible furs.

And as you walk up a trail in the park,

You’ll see footprints in the dark

Of many scurrying animals

As they return to their comfort holes.

When the sun peaks up and shines brightly,

It signals the promise of warmer times.

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Fish out of Water

She was drowning.

Jenny was gasping for breath, for air as she struggled to stay above the surface of the waters, the waves violently crashing and washing over her. She tried to hold on to her life. She would die fighting if she needed to.

Feeling like a fish out of water, the soaking, struggling, dark-haired girl attempted to lie on her back and float, but the waves and wind would wash her down and not stay still. So after many minutes of trying, she screamed desperately for help until her throat became hoarse. Then she was drowning, going below the surface, the sky, saying a silent goodbye to everything she knew.

Jenny didn’t remember how or when, but the first thing she knew when she woke up was that she was being lifted and carried to shore. As a feminine arm lifted Jenny’s body over her shoulder, Jenny felt life return to her body and lungs again. Greedy for air, Jenny panted heavily, exhausted, as the mysterious female carried her to shore. When Jenny was placed on the warm, soft, grainy yellow sand and on land again, Jenny thanked the woman, who- didn’t exactly turn out to be a woman.

The female seemed to have a pleasant, mystical essence around her. She had unusually perfect and flawless features, her skin and hair gleaming, almost glowing, even in this cloudy weather when the sun wasn’t out. What was most unusual about her was her refusal to climb on to the land, almost like she was hiding something. She was very persistent and just watched over Jenny.

Jenny, deciding she’d recovered enough and feeling bold, asked in a clear, loud voice, “Who are you?”

The female just smiled sadly and shook her head, taking her hands off the rock she’d held onto and looked back at Jenny for one last time, waving goodbye. Then she took off, swimming at the speed of light into the horizon, into the distance and unknown.