Writer's Block

Winter | Flash Fic

I remember before that when I started to hear the whirling sound of winds, and feeling cold due to the cold breeze enveloping my whole figure, I knew that winter came. Seeing her covered by thick piles of white frosty snow, it was inviting to everyone's eyes. Though it wasn't much lively, since all those beautiful snow could only cover the multiple hundreds of houses in the livelihood, no more trees and such. No sweat could be seen in our faces, no massive movements to be made. Everyone's trying to stay hidden on their house, that the walls standing in the 4 corner room are their huge winter coat. Not seeing the huge mess outside their house, outside the city— ohh, there's no more outside the city anymore, there's no more place to be called "province"— not seeing nor even trying to see the reality that we could no longer enjoy the outside without having high technology devices in our hands. Adults says, if we keep on looking at our screen for a huge amount of time, we'd go blind so as the generation passed, everyone went blind, not seeing the reality that there's no more nature in our world.

She's no longer there a long time ago, and not even one notice it. She died a long time ago, and no one even mourned over her death, like she's just only one of the homeless people in the world, too unworthy to give attention.

As I roamed around our city, I see cute little kids trying to enjoy this cold, empty, and gloomy weather by playing snowballs but how could they protect their self against the competitiveness and aggressive behavior of each  of them without her around, without those big pine trees around for them to have a protection to those little white cold snowballs. Everyone having their own business, ignoring and not minding the cold reality like the weather that she is no longer with us, died a long time ago.