Note: These are a few more journal entries from my writing class at the U of M, Morris in 2010.
Snow kisses and stars
The ground was stiff and cold, winter’s siege and icy touch had frozen the ground and covered it in a blanket of ice and snow. Snow swirled gently down to rest upon the ground. Through the descending snow the stars twinkled in the already dark December evening. Caught between the frozen ground and blur of stars and falling snow, a young girl lay lost in the spectacle, marveling at what she saw and felt. I became completely absorbed by the stars and snow, nothing else mattered. One with the brilliance above and around me, I was barely aware of the cold from the frozen ground seeping into my body nor the damp cold kiss of snowflakes upon my face. For just a brief moment I had become one with the stars and falling snow, able to become detached from all worries and fears of everyday life.
The clouds filled the sky but didn’t quite blot out the sunshine. Walking along the path made a crunching noise as my feet fell upon the layer of snow covering the pavement. There were footprints of other people who had braved the cold to take a walk but the prints that really caught my eye were that of a deer. The elegant creature seemed to have been meandering about enjoying a peaceful trot in the quiet hours of predawn. The wind blew gently in my hear whispering a secret I couldn’t quite make out. Occasionally my feet would slip on a small patch of ice. I briefly stopped on the bridge to look out over the frozen river sleeping, waiting for the warm breath of spring to free its waters. I continued on my way. I crossed the road to walk along the path to the park. I had to guess where the path was based on the position of the red cedars that stand on either side of it for the snow completely covered it. The going became slower as I sank in the snow up to my knee with every step I took. Finally growing short of breath I came upon the spot where the path crossed the road going into the park. With a quick observation, I noticed that the road had a thinner blanket of snow. So I walked up the road. At the top of the hill I was able to look out over the river and the dead prairie, past the line of trees to the highway. Descending the hill on the other side the snow gradually became deeper. I noticed that there were deer tracks along the road.
After making a few observations at the park and thinking better of wading through the snow to visit my favorite spot I turned around and headed back. The wind grew fiercer, no longer whispering but coming close to a wail. A dense, wet cloud tumbled down from the sky covering the earth in a thick blanket of fog. I stayed on the road instead of trudging back down the snow laden path. Back up on the hill, I looked out again across the landscape. I couldn’t see the far side of the river for the fog was too thick. A bird, possibly a pheasant had crossed the road leaving tracks in the snow. I heard a chickadee call out, informing me of its presence. Further down the road I saw more tracks that may have belonged to a raccoon or mink returning from a visit to the river. I found a rock sticking up above the snow. From the bridge I dropped it on the ice covering the river, to hear its musical note. With that I hurried back to campus, mindful of the cold.