Winter's Grasp

Whittaker

               The cold months are here. The time where people either bundle their children or hide in the self made warmth of their homes. It is the time when people think of Jack Frost, The Snow Queen, Father Winter, and even Santa Claus with his reindeer; but they never try to think of the real destruction and emptiness of these months known as me. I am not queen nor am I figure that gives you presents. Those story characters they have created aren't real except for Father Winter. I am the one they are stuck with. I am no gender but a spiritual energy that makes the winter so harsh and unbearable for these species. It is not intentional, and I have tried hiding or never going to wander around this Earth, but it never works. I can not hide so I just endure the faces of those who come outside. Like this family. They are throwing chunks of snow at each other. They brought their child and.... she falls. She is so cold and fragile that she might die, and it's my fault. They are now rushing to save her, I wonder.... what is it like to be human.

               I am but a mere spirit so I do not know what human lives are like. They seem painful when I see, but then there are people who smile even though I approach with the hazardous cold. It is sometimes hard to understand, but it is very interesting; these humans, animals, and plants. They an easily die and broken, but there are so many. It is also sad to know they have that comfort of others, when I, can not have that. Oh look another family. This is only two people. They are holding each other. Is it because they are dying from the chills, no that cant be it because they are smiling. Why would they be tightly holding each other and yet be happy? I do not understand he is making his area of speech tough hers. What are they doing now? He is going on his knee and brought out a box with a metal sphere like thing. Humans are strange indeed. I take my leave and set out to the little spot filled with bustling people.

               It is busy here for the first week or two of winter. People rush with things filled with objects and sometimes attack each other over objects. That is where humans make me fearful. It is the anger they show with no remorse, it is as if they do it on purpose to hurt others. If I were human.... I.... I would try to be as happy as I can no matter what. I can radiate a happiness instead of the bitterness I already do. I can make others smile when no one else can. That is the kind of human I would want to be. I make my way to see how busy it was and to see all the people crowded in one area showing hostility towards each other. I decide not to venture any further and left. I continue to walk wandering for no reason while seeing people's expressions change when they felt the stingy feeling of my aura and presence. I am a nuisance aren't I. I wish to bring warmth when all I can do is bring misery. Ha, the irony. I continue to wander harboring negativity when I see someone, alone. I approach seeing her smile. It.... it is warm. Yes! Very warm. The cold does not seem to bother her, it actually makes her smile grow wider. She is happy. Truly happy. I came so close that most people would run to their place of warmth, but she does not budge. That is when I hear her soothing voice. "What beautiful weather." It is.... beautiful you say? How can that be?

               I see a furry animal by her side. A larger size with brown and black fur, pointy ears, and a loyal looking creature with the power to protect others. I cans sense that, and the heat she gives off compared to me. "Come on Franz we have an adventure to take upon and this weather is the best time for it." She points to a mountain. "That is our destination. Are you ready?" The Franz animal stands up making her snicker. She is a wonderful human. One that I have never seen. I decided to follow her waiting to see what her adventure would create. "Wow Franz it sure is pretty out here with all this snow." I nod. What a kind heart. The Franz animal just wags it's tail as they walk. They see to be having trouble making their way around all this snow. I decide to make a clearer path way with a gust a wind knocking her over. Oh no! I get closer to look, and nothing. That's when she pops out with the Franz and starts laughing. "Well we sure are awake. Ooh look it has been cleared out a little. I wonder.... we have some good luck on our side do we not?" I look at her to see she had a long, dark brown colored hair with a smaller figure than most, but she had a strength I have never seen.  I look at her outerwear to see she was semi bundled up. She had bright colors with white snowflakes hanging down her hair. She looks like a real snow queen. I get back to the look of the adventure she talked about to see the huge mountain. It size was so massive I could not see the top.