Have you ever seen a snowbird during a quiet winter morning, when the sun is not so bright and the breeze feels nice against your cold lips. You take a moment to stare at the bird that holds the gift of freedom, its wings are white like snow with a mix of gold.
As the morning starts getting chillier and the sun begins to shine, you take one last look at the snowbird that will soon be startled away by the young children, whose parents wake up extra early to prepare themselves for the long day that awaits them. You notice that your hands have turned a shade of pink, and your legs are slowly getting tired.
The kids begin to run outside, the once quiet winter morning is now filled with laughter. If you look closer you can see their eyes glow and smiles start to form,
just like the snowbird, they hold the gift of freedom.
You wonder why you wake up every morning around 7 a.m.,
is it because you are hopeful that the snowbird will pay you another visit, or because you hope that someone will pass by and notice your trembling lips and red hands,
that they will hold and warm them for you.
Parents begin to get tired and bring their kids back inside for some hot chocolate, but you stay behind because you'd rather freeze to death than enter the lonely place you hate to call home.
As the sun starts to set you notice all the snowman that the kids built all have a partner, which makes you smile. Your smile is quick to disappear as you notice one of the snowmen starts to break apart slowly. You hurry over and begin to fix it, but your work is sloppy and rushed, it is not the same anymore.
Your heart starts to race and your legs give out, your fingers are frozen and your lips are chapped. You lay on the snow, hopeless, and alone, your eyes start to close slowly and after a while, your body starts to shut down,
But then you hear it, chirping by your ear. You turn your head slowly and see the snowbird from this morning, tears run down your cheeks as the realization hits you,
you were planning on giving up, to die and set your soul free.
But you cannot die because you must see the snowbird again, even if it is the same next morning,
you must see it because it holds the freedom that one day you hope to have.
