I pull tight on the straps of my snowshoes and stomp my feet upon the fresh fallen snow. With spear in hand, I begin my journey, and for the first time in a long while, I am at peace.
A cool breeze carries the fresh scent of frozen stardust that washes over my face and refreshes my soul. Breathing in the cool night air, my nose tickles with the tangy, yet sweet smell of evergreen needles. A thin veil of mist surrounds me with every breath I expel.
Winter has a unique calming scent.
Above, stars twinkle with life, their ambient glow surrounds the bright celestial sphere. While below an indigo sky cast shadows across the ghostly white of the land. Drawn by an unknown force, I follow my destiny. Placing one hesitant foot in front of the other, the peaceful sounds of crunching echoes into the night, as the frozen layers crack beneath me. The crisp air bites delicately on my cheek and nose, little kisses of frost let me know I am still alive.
A warmth radiates through me as a lucent glow appears on the horizon. Shimmering silhouettes emerge, and images of my ancestors come forth to greet me. My spirit guide smiles and beckons me forward.
Glancing upon my village, there is no sorrow in my heart nor the need to say farewell. My aged body feels no pain, my mind is clear, I am content, as I continue my eternal walk.
I am going home.
About the Creator
JBaz
I have enjoyed writing for most of my life, never professionally.
I wish to now share my stories with others, lets see where it goes.
Born and raised on the Canadian Prairies, I currently reside on the West Coast. I call both places home.
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