Cobertores Solemnes

Soft dust in shades of icy blue and Arctic white covers the hillside, resembling the coziness of children nestled in warm blankets. The scarcely used bench protrudes from the landscape, resembling an Ancient Wonder amidst modernization. Eyes of mossy green gaze over the vastness, yet no undulating waves are in view.

I cannot. I CANNOT BEAR THIS! You never, NEVER take my feelings into consideration! You leave your job for a lower-paying position. Who made that decision? Oh! I know, it was you. Completely. OUR life upheaved to move two states away? Who decided that? Yes, it was you. Every lie you convince yourself of is that you're doing all this for us! You're avoiding facing your own misery because you lack the courage!

Icy cold bites into exposed skin, desiccating already undernourished flesh. Frozen water, intricate shards of indifferent ice, dance, casting shadows on each word like typographic patterns. Appealing for added emphasis; pitiful and harsh in romanticized notions. Piercing chills slice through layers, akin to a red-hot iron against thin paper. Delicate chimes ride the winds, teasing with reminders of deep growls. Deep and primal, resembling a cornered animal.

Angry winds persist, carrying regret as constellations traverse the Milky Way. As spring arrives and snow blankets the earth, memories will bloom. Distant narratives will stand out like tulips, and rising headstones will be prominent. Each inscription serving as a stark reminder. Uttered words are not easily retrieved once spoken incorrectly, much like melted snow.