Jay Medina
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The Test of Winter
The chilly air nipped at my face as I walked across the shimmering snow. Silent snowflakes floated gently down to the Earth below my feet, birdsong now vacant from the wind that carried its chill down my spine. It was the middle of winter, the snow glistening with the light of the oh-so-distant sun, and the wildlife had all since grown quiet before the last blade of grass was finally buried beneath the white powder. The water had frozen over, the fish still swimming underneath the ice of a frozen pond, prepared for the long winter without the fear of predators but also less oxygen and food. The remaining flora had either wilted upon the season's change or now weathered the storm as snow continued to fall. All was peaceful.
By Jay Medina3 years ago in Fiction