Elder Song of Snow

Atop a well-known mountain there stood a cabin, its isolation from the world, seemingly lonely. Yet its friends were the bizarre forest down the mountain to the west, fresh blankets of snow that powdered up the slopes to its east, and a trail that led north and south, they were tamed but freezing to speak to.

Inside, dawn’s barely fading winter light lay on a woman wearing a long gray denim robe and brown boots barely visible, she rocked back and forth in her only chair. There was no fire in the room. The fireplace was empty. Snowflake companions entered in through the window by the winter's wind roar, each blessing the time-stained woman. All expected snowflakes had arrived.

Her face was in a smile and she sang a strange sound of winter, filled with a whisper and beauty, the tone rose and emptied out for a moment or two, “ Winter fate so strong, in the air, helps warm my heart. Let me see my friends from the mountain, and help them sing back with us. “ Each note filled the snow with true magic, causing them to spring around her, snow from the window, snow from the chimney, they joined together in a tornado around her, she continued her voice casting an icy enhancement causing the snow to glow like small sapphires. Finally, at the end of her song, the fire grew its nightly flame. She stood up, closed the window, and then finally the door.