Descriptive Winter Storm
Descriptive Winter Storm
By Paul Taylor
1st Prize Winner: £75
Snow swirling in a myriad of patterns and directions around me, I taste the wetness and tingle of ice against my tongue. The white blanket contrasts with the dark blue night sky and the whole world appears to be cocooned in winter white. Images of summer recede from my mind, they form a distant echo of days gone by, here, alone, the snow isolates me and chills me to the bone, yet there is still warmth from memories eons ago, of childhood Christmases, love and laughter and the security of family.
Tears sting my cheeks as they crystallise in the winter chill and I catch glimpses of my memories playing before me, wrapped head to foot in homemade knits. The surrounding fir trees shake with the weight of snow and ease their burden by relinquishing the icy mass, and I’m stunned by the silence around me, the snow subduing all life and even earlier animals tracks disappear under a winter white covering. My feet sink deep into the crunchiness and wind-whipped, I head almost reluctantly to my house, the bright light of a raging log fire, beckoning me home out of the storm and my reverie.
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