Month: September 2018

Cold Bath

I end up shutting down the computer, and slamming the office door behind me. Wholly fed up with office politics, I’m looking for a way to cool down… And I find it really easily. I’m going to cool waaaaaay down.

It’s a winter wonderland outside. The decorative trees in our backyard are glowing faintly in the late morning light, and somehow, even though it’s very cold, the sun is shining bright on the coat of snow.

And the pool… The pool is shimmering, the bluest blue I’ve ever seen it. Inviting. I dip a foot in it, to check… Not so much checking the temperature as my ability to withstand it… And then I fully immerse myself.

It takes me a few lengths to decide I swam enough and I want to wrap myself in warm clothes, but these lengths were more than enough to clear my head. I feel cleansed and relaxed, and I breathe better, in more ways than one.

Duel under the Moon

I have to admit Mom is a MUCH better snowball-fighter than Dad. This time, at least, it’s an even fight. She opens fire with a well-aimed blow, that I skillfully block, then parries my own riposte at the very last second.

It’s a fight for the ages, and it goes on for, oh, at least a quarter of an hour. I don’t know who won exactly in the end, but I’d say it was the stitch in our sides from laughing so much.

Also, the cold seeping through the fabric of our gloves.

Plot Twist

I’m finally happy with the shape of my angel, when I hear the front door open. Turns out, not everyone in my family was asleep. Mom is standing there, looking at me visibly amused, with the seasonal sweater I know she’s been dying to wear for months.

“Stand up kiddo!” she says. “Your dad said you beat him in a snowball fight yesterday. My turn.”

It’s a duel!

Snowy Home

When I finally arrive home, at something like 3AM, I’m greeted with a jaw-dropping surprise.

It’s my neighborhood, but I barely recognize it. There’s an ambient glow in the air, reflected by the bright white layer of snow, an impossibly stark contrast with the darkness of the sky.

How could I resist the pull of letting myself fall into the snow, to draw my very first snow angel.