Weekly Creative Writing #7

 I sit and listen to the wind blow outside.  Tonight it is cold and I feel like the earth, aside from the wind, is frozen beyond movement.  The moon beckons through the window; it is time.  Warmly dressed, I step through the door, and the cold catches me by surprise.  But the night is full of light and darkness, caught in a strange world.  It is as if the sun refuses to relinquish its hold upon the day, but must perform its tenacious task vicariously through the moon-mirror.  But the moon dilutes the pure sunlight, mixing the molten gold with silver threads and darkness, like some ethereal alchemist.  And this is what it chooses to cast down upon the snow-covered earth.  The soft light falls on the drifts and the flat places, where the snow is shiny and windswept, and casts looming shadows from the pines in the wood.  In and out, I step.  In and out of the dark shadows of the trees, going from light to darkness and back again, until I come to an open place.  The cold bites to my very bones, but were it not so cold, it would not be half so beautiful as it is tonight.  I shiver, but it is more from wonder than anything, as I gaze up at the sky-mirror’s stern face.  It is preoccupied and does not take notice of me, small and fragile, here, in the snow.  But I am transfixed where I stand in its light, and there I remain until the cold wakens me from my reverie, and I return to the warmth of my home.

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