Decembre.

Glittering icicles on the ground were crushed underfoot as she strolled down the state trail amongst the woods. She let go of a highly vaporized puff into the chilly December air. Her eyelids were squeezed shut as she felt the snowflakes slowly melt as they landed on her scarlet cheeks. She blew on her popsicle fingers, and it brought about a warm rush on her face as it did on her palms.

She opened her eyes.

Her feet fell on a muddy puddle, and the air became a thousand times heavier than it was just a moment ago. Her eyes caught something glittering, but she came to realize that these were the blinking white lights shining from a neighbor's roof. Gone was her jacket, her boots. She had a t-shirt and flip-flops on, and her face glistened from the humidity of the night. She closed her eyes again, a small gust of cool air went through her hair, and that felt majestically better.

Her eyelids fluttered open.

Parallel universes; winter, however and wherever it may be. They will bring about abhorrence, inconvenience, and discomfort. That's where we find its beauty, as we learn to appreciate the little things that greatly alleviate these unpleasant experiences.

A warm breath on cold skin, a soft breeze. A stroll through a winter wonderland, an unexpected dance under the rain. Now let the diamonds fall from the sky, and let the rain glisten in your hair.

Winter. You have beauty of your own, wherever you are.

<3 Ella

12/26/12

Christmas Day 2012, Philippines