Winter season it was indeed.I hear my footsteps kissing every crushed ice. My pair of boots are keeping my feet comfortable, mittens protecting my hands against the frost bite I might catch.
I hear a sonata I know I’ve heard before. Was it from Beethoven, Rachmaninoff or Mozart, I wasn’t sure at all. I turn my head from north to south, east to west, curiously seeking for the source of the wonderful melody.Like Edmund’s Turkish delight, the more I feed it, I the crave for more.
I look up and observe how the snowflakes kisses my cheeks. I see it then feel it. I shiver inside out. Not because of the sensation it brings, but what it represents.As what as snow ,I am pure, is all I could think about.
I gasp for air and the sonata stops. Next to my left ear, words are spoken, “You are alive in me. “When I turn left, I find myself alone in the woods. I hear some branches crushing caused by someone or something heavy. I turn my head to the left and to the right but I cant see anything. The sound grows louder and louder then it stops.
Five feet away from me is a lion ready to devour. I am afraid. I cant move my feet. My whole body starts to sweat. I shut my eyes, hands clasp, and on bended knees , I say my prayers in tongues. Can someone save me from this hour?
I await my death and yet it did not come. I hear the sonata once again. My heart seems to understand the melody now. I am free and safe. In every season, I am believing. I am contented.