The Storm
It was
midnight. I wondered lethargically into the cool, crisp and solitary park.
Every step I took, everywhere I looked, and everything I heard was sweltering
snow. Heart-warming! I gazed with gracious intent in front of me and was
awarded by the most picturesque scene ever. The only beaming source of light
was the moon; it smiled warmly down at me. The piercing whiteness never ceased
to amaze me; it was the whitest scene to ever meet the world! The iconic ribbon
of water was streaming towards me greeting my presence. The brilliantly bright
moon reflected on the fiery water like a burnished mirror. This overwhelmingly
freezing park was a hospitable environment. It was like the park was a house
and I was the guest. This was my home.
Hoot.
Hoot. Hoot.
The soft
howling of an owl was heard in the distance; it was my only companion. He was
the loquacious friend I had only dreamed of having but here was the reality of
him; I was overly grateful for his voice. The delicate music of the swaying
water slapping the snow calmed me and ensured me that everything was going to
be fine. Why I had felt this way, I didn’t know (perhaps I did but I was too
dim-witted to realise it).
I was isolated from the world and
this park was here as my company.
The owl
fluttered past me and landed on a nearby branch of a snow-infested tree. Its
eyes, golden like the sun, gawked down on me. It was impeccable. My friend! My
only friend. Surprisingly, there was a flurry of wind smacking my face
fiercely; it stung like a thousand bees. This ferocious touch was unwelcoming;
I felt I was intruding on a forbidden land. Why was the park repelling me? What
had I done? The water stroked my feet and several knives sliced into them. The
sharp coolness of the water was unsettling, I began to sob slightly.
The owl,
frightened, had fled and I could taste the bittersweet feeling of rejection, again.
“No, come back!” I shouted silently. My voice was barley a whisper; I hadn’t
used it in years. In spite of my non-religious demeanour, I pleaded for God’s
reassurance, prayed to myself that nothing terrible was going to happen. Of
course, I didn’t know how to pray, I had never done it before, but I did it
anyway.
The snow
tasted sour on my lips as it began to fall tenderly.
Suddenly,
the wind and snow became unruly, taking me in its wake; coercing me to fall
over on the stone, supple and cold ground. I could smell the alluring nausea of
death standing before me, ready to take me into his embrace. Desperate for any
kind of affection, I sprinted willingly into his arms. He stroked my hair and
kissed it. I was loved. Then, I was unloved...
Even
though it had undoubtedly felt like I was dying, I had not. Not even close! My
wayward, imaginable and superficial thoughts had run away with me. Someone
brought me back to Earth and that someone was...
The
climax of the concise storm.
I
realised how unintelligent I was in that moment, not that it wasn’t an obvious
concept before. The bluish, greyish water greeted me once more. The tall trees
towered over me with its dancing leaves in the soft wind. The courageous glow
of the moonlight above me was beaming at me more than it was before, mocking me, I think. The
heavenly snow kissed me once more. My friend, the owl was back and he hooted at
me. That terrible terror was utterly redundant. I was exaggerating; clearly I
was brainless for reacting in such a way as it was a massively tiny storm that
would kill not even an ant. I was overwhelmed again by the: tranquility, friendliness, intimacy, warmth and spectacular coldness of the park. There was a sense of abnormality in this park but it felt personally conventional to me. I never knew why. This was
the place I would visit every single day. This was the place that I desperately
wanted to call home. This was the place where anyone and everyone were welcome.
This was the place!
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