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The snow dance

A snow micro

By Emmy BPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
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The snow dance
Photo by Sarthak Maji on Unsplash

In our remote mountain village, winter's embrace brought a longstanding tradition that stirred the soul. As the first flakes whispered down from the heavens, we gathered in the heart of our town, faces aglow with anticipation beneath the soft lantern light.

"Isn't it beautiful, Papa?" I whispered, tugging on my father's sleeve as we joined the gathering crowd.

“It is, my child," he replied, his eyes twinkling with pride. "A tradition as old as the mountains themselves."

With each step, our feet traced patterns in the fresh snow, weaving a tapestry of intricate designs that mirrored the swirling flakes above. Our movements were steeped in history, passed down through generations.

As the music swelled, laughter and song filled the air, mingling with the soft crunch of snow beneath our boots. Our voices raised in ancient hymns, words ringing in the frosty breath of winter.

"Look!" exclaimed my little sister, pointing skyward with wide eyes. "The spirits are dancing with us!"

In that fleeting instant, we felt our community’s collective spirit, one that transcended time and space. Suddenly, we were not just individuals but threads woven into the fabric of something greater than ourselves.

As the final strains of music faded into the night, we made our way back to our homes, hearts aglow with the warmth of fellowship and the promise of a new season ahead.

For in this dance of snow and stars, we found solace and strength to face whatever challenges awaited us in the days to come.

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About the Creator

Emmy B

I write some of my truths, and use words to weave stories and ideas together. Writing is a passion and an outlet for me and I hope to inspire, challenge, or simply be a reflection of others's experiences - to make people feel seen!

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  • Joe O’Connor4 months ago

    "With each step, our feet traced patterns in the fresh snow, weaving a tapestry of intricate designs that mirrored the swirling flakes above." great line and full of imagery! This is beautifully written, and feels very wintery. Love the positive connotations that we don't always see in stories about snow!

  • Rudolph Anderson4 months ago

    Marvelous. I liked it. I was almost visualizing the story

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