A light wind chasing stray snowflakes across a sea of white. Waves and ripples rising and falling, drawing intricate patterns over the barren plane. Among them, a figure, alone and strange, kneeling in the snow as the flakes slowly cover his black coat, one, two, few, many, gradually turning the figure white.
An odd sight, to say the least. It seems to take forever for the figure to be covered completely - yet at last, the snow covers it in full - and still the figure remains motionless, almost frozen. Frozen, or perhaps awaiting something, something that only it knows of; a command, a call, a voice - something. The snow keeps falling, though fewer and fewer of the flakes reach the ground as the wind chases them away, them and the clouds, making way for the piercingly blue skies and an equally piercing, bright, stabbing sun. The sun that covers the snowscape in shimmering paint, the kind to blind a beholder's eye, make a man rush for it like a tomb-robber after a precious jewel catching a flicker of the torch and shining right back. A field of diamond dust. And in another eternity, the field changes colour - from white to pink and purple, growing ever deeper into the shade of blue. Darkness falls as the last of the sun's rays search blindly along the horizon, in vain trying to hold on to the ground to stay a moment longer.
And just then, the figure moves, awake for another night and another travel, drowining in the darkness that floods the valley.
Commentaries: Inspired by an odd combination of mood, weather and Boy and the Ghost from Tarja Turunen's new album, My Winter Storm.
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Good writing in both of these posts.
ReplyDeleteI once complained that your stories lacked descriptions, and now they're full of them. :P
Maybe you need to balance things out. Both pieces are descriptive in nature and contain very little activity. That makes them feel like mood pieces more than anything else, and I'd wager that's intentional.
I'm glad there's some use of colour as it really adds to the atmosphere and depiction of objects and emotions.
Good job!
I can't draw, but I'd like to. Instead of paints or crayons I use words. So yes, it's an intentional mood piece. There's a little more to it, though, but you'll see that soon!
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