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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