Memories In White.

I stood alone in this beautiful white-covered field for hours, texting you, but still,

I get no reply.

It was only yesterday we spoke to each other for the first time in thirty years. We lost contact. I had to move away to a safe place.

I stand here, shivering, franticly texting you with tears in my eyes. It isn't in your nature not to text me back.

The snow fell again; my face felt cold as the snowflakes bit my cheeks. The tears that fall make the snow feel colder.

A snow-mist develops over the horizon. My saddened thoughts only make it look thicker than it is.

"Where are you, Kate?" I scream, my voice echoing loudly across the lonely white field, which I perceive as some forgotten graveyard, though there isn't one in sight.

I sit amid the cold snow in the field. I feel too numb to feel the teeth of icy snow biting into my body.

The day fades into night, though it appears darker than usual. The snow gleams and sparkles yet offer no reassurance that everything will be fine.

My phone rings. It is your sister.

"Hello?" I answer.

Your sister sounds broken, like the icicles falling off the tree in the distance.

Her voice cracks like the branches heavily covered in snow.

"Kate died this morning,"

The beautiful, soft white sheet covering the ground no longer appealed to me as it did before.

I fall into the depths of the snow and cry.