One day she woke up and peeked through the blinds, ready for more leaves to have fallen. But instead of more leaves, there was a slight dusting of snow. The girl knew what this meant: autumn was over, and winter had begun. She could no longer rake the leaves, or play outside without a jacket. Her spirit sank just slightly, and suddenly her wonderful day wasn't going to be quite so wonderful.
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
March 9 - Wasn't Going to be Quite so Wonderful
Once upon a time there was a girl. This girl loved the fall, and all of the leaves that came with it. The crisp air gave her a rush of happiness, and she absolutely loved the smell of everything preparing for winter. The girl would play outside for hours. She liked to rake the leaves into piles, and then jump in them, or burry a small treasure inside and proceed to dig through till she found it. Sometimes she would just rake, singing softly to herself or whispering a story. But at the end of everyday, she would have to go inside, and leave the world she loved behind her.
One day she woke up and peeked through the blinds, ready for more leaves to have fallen. But instead of more leaves, there was a slight dusting of snow. The girl knew what this meant: autumn was over, and winter had begun. She could no longer rake the leaves, or play outside without a jacket. Her spirit sank just slightly, and suddenly her wonderful day wasn't going to be quite so wonderful.
One day she woke up and peeked through the blinds, ready for more leaves to have fallen. But instead of more leaves, there was a slight dusting of snow. The girl knew what this meant: autumn was over, and winter had begun. She could no longer rake the leaves, or play outside without a jacket. Her spirit sank just slightly, and suddenly her wonderful day wasn't going to be quite so wonderful.
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Beautiful writing as usual! Another wonderful slice.
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It's really pretty and relatable. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteI love the image you created of a girl, a rake, a pile of leaves, and on the crisp air, a quiet, private song or story. I felt like I was eavesdropping on a moment of serenity.
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