Post by JENNIFER COLE on Mar 29, 2009 21:41:49 GMT -5
Winter. A time of frozen silence. Where everything paused. Like the world held it's breath. Everything was covered in a blanket of white. Cold harsh blank whiteness that left everything so clean and wet. Like it was trying too wash away everything dirty. Like it wanted too take them all out. Winter was unloving and unforgiving with the cold it had. Gripping the ground, and choking away life that tried too appear. Until spring came again. It brought the wind back as the earths breath. The sun came and melted all the white away. Taking away the purity and showing some of the ugliness of the dirt. As well as the beauty of the flowers blooming. In any case it took away the bitter cold for a year. Replacing it with a calm breeze and a warming ground.
Jenny had been walking around. In somewhat of a depressed state of mind. The winter had passed her favorite season. Where she could go and cuddle up with a blanket and some hot chocolate. She knew the winter had months long, but she only remembered a few days of it. She couldn't think of most of it, of what had occurred. She clearly remembered about two weeks of the three months if she pieced everything she remembered together. It bothered her. What had happened during that time, she excepted she would never find out. Just as she would never understand why she was here she was perfectly normal...wasn't she?
She walked into the garden. Nothing was in bloom just yet, or nothing she cared too look at. Somehow she ended up looking at a rose bush. Or so she believed it was a rose bush because of the thorns. She really knew nothing about flowers, and these hadn't bloomed yet. Still she looked at them touching the branch tenderly with the tips of her fingers. She looked at it in such a trace she didn't hear a door behind her.
Jenny had been walking around. In somewhat of a depressed state of mind. The winter had passed her favorite season. Where she could go and cuddle up with a blanket and some hot chocolate. She knew the winter had months long, but she only remembered a few days of it. She couldn't think of most of it, of what had occurred. She clearly remembered about two weeks of the three months if she pieced everything she remembered together. It bothered her. What had happened during that time, she excepted she would never find out. Just as she would never understand why she was here she was perfectly normal...wasn't she?
She walked into the garden. Nothing was in bloom just yet, or nothing she cared too look at. Somehow she ended up looking at a rose bush. Or so she believed it was a rose bush because of the thorns. She really knew nothing about flowers, and these hadn't bloomed yet. Still she looked at them touching the branch tenderly with the tips of her fingers. She looked at it in such a trace she didn't hear a door behind her.