The winters moon

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The wind howled. The branches crashed against each other. Then all was silent. Not a thing in the forest moved. The pale moon light, peaking through the thick, dark clouds. I looked across the untouched snow, reflecting the moon off of it's slick surface. No footprints any where in the forest. I made my way slowly back to my cabin. I turned the cold door knob, opened the door, and felt the rush of warm air wash over me. I took a step in and slammed the door behind me, taking a deep breath in. Freshly baked apple pie and a kettle of nice warm tea over the fire place. The winters here are quite miserable. About 2 feet of snow every night. Not many travelers made it out here ever. I had grown up here since I was a little boy. Mother, father, sister, and I. The first winter here was a rough one. We barley made it through the season. But father was determined to be prepared for the next winter. Unfortunately, he passed away before then. Mother followed him to heaven. A deadly disease only found in these parts. Then it was only me and Mary, my little sister, left. There was no way both of us would make it through the deadly winter. As did mother and father, she passed away quickly. I was left all alone by the age of 10. See, there aren't many people out here that can help ya if ya need it. You have to walk miles on end just to come close to someone. A few days trip in the snow and freezing cold wasn't a good idea for me. So I learned to survive out here. I'm growing old however, not functioning like I used to. Can't walk as well. Can't gather food as well. Not sure how long Much longer Ill make it. Just then the tea kettle screamed. The pie was perfectly done, ready to enjoy. I trudged up the wooden stairs. Creak. Creak. Creak they went with each step I took. Just like they always did. I pulled back the covers of my bed and adjusted the pillow. Then, I slowly crawled into my bed. At first I let out a sigh. Then a cry. Then a tear. I'm really not sure if this will be my last winter. As the thoughts ran through my head, my eyes felt heavy and I soon found myself in a deep sleep.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 05, 2014 ⏰

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