This was originally published in the Wolfpack Press (Woodcreek High School) newspaper.
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In the days leading up to winter, frigidness had settled over the park. Strollers would clutch their coats tighter around them or sip hot chocolate out of small, paper cups. Their breath was visible in the air as the temperatures dropped lower and lower. Children anticipated the upcoming snowfall. They gravitated towards the windows of their heated and cozy homes and peered out of them, waiting for what would truly signify the arrival of winter and the holidays that lay ahead of them. The park itself was ready for the change, as the leaves of the trees were absent. The grass lay still, stiff under the feet of the children that ran across it with merriment while their mothers chided them whenever they dropped a mitten or their hat in the hype of their games.
As the first snowflake drifted down, it happened to land on the elongated petal of a single white flower with delicate crimson tips. Only one person stood on the pathway that would be blanketed with snow in a mere hour or so. The man was tall, with a wool scarf wrapped around his neck and covering most of his face. His hair was ruffled and his shoes were only partially tied. As snow continued to drift onto the flower, the individual flakes began to swirl around almost like a twister. As the snow amassed, the swirling only intensified. While any other bystander may have gawked at the sight, the man kept his hands stuffed into his pockets casually. Memories of standing in almost the exact same spot and watching the same mystical occurrence came to the surface, and the nostalgia caused a smile to spread across his thin lips. As a small child, he had tried to explaining the happening to only get strange looks and odd whispers. As the years passed, he realized to keep the experience his own, special secret.
Shaken out of his reverie, a girl appeared as the twister settled and the snow fell to the floor gingerly. She was frail and her pallor was a very pale white. With flowing hair the color of wine and a thin, white dress, the girl’s eyes lit up upon seeing the man standing only a feet away. What was surely the happiest moment of his year to that point, the male’s arms outstretched welcomingly and the girl ran into them. She nuzzled into his familiar warmth and cooed, expressing how much she had missed him over the many, many months.