Underneath the snow

Working by a window is always a fascinating experience. In places like Finland, you get to witness the magic of the four seasons right in front of your eyes. Winter is, at times, a particularly fun season. From building a snowman in your garden to cross-country skiing or ice-skating, winter sports can certainly warm you up.

Snowy winters are beautiful. I surely prefer a snowy winter rather than a scorching summer.

As the morning broke, I was ready to start my day. Cup of tea, classical music, and sitting at my desk. I got distracted by a playful magpie making a short pit stop on the treetop. It was snowing. It was snowing beautifully. I was mesmerised by the dance of the snowflakes. Then, the sunrise emerged as a pretty pink background.

It was the last snow before the spring. Then, the chirpy little birds and the playful squirrels and the wild bunnies began to dig deep under the majestic pine tree at the end of the street. Slowly, a frozen, pale, stiff human hand emerged from its cold, snowy grave. As more snow started to melt, a lifeless human body was revealed.

Snowflakes had been dancing a quiet winter ballet unaware of the mortal dangers, unaware of the hidden death that lay underneath them. They were the only witnesses of the crime. In silence, they melted one by one. Disappearing for ever, they became accomplices of the most haunting crime the town ever knew. How could the snowflakes know?