Winter's Night

Wind howls across the fields, crashing into the trees, causing them to swing and to sway. The frozen pond is the perfect meeting place of ice and snow. The wind carries the snow into cold funnels that swirl around the pond and come back to rest. One lone red fox stalks across the field, in search of the smallest morsel of food. After the wind and cold drives the fox back into its hole, the fields become empty once more. Dusk begins to settle in, and the only colour in the sky is a pale orange, the reflection of a pale and dreary winter’s day. After the sun finally sets, the wind dies down, as if dying with the sun. A cold night is ahead, and the proof is the rigidity of the branches in the trees, that have an icy coating. The brilliancy of the night is the stars that are so clear, shining like little beacons in the night. From the depth of the forest comes a young doe, strikingly beautiful and perfect. She gracefully walks across the field and crosses into the next. As she continues to walk a stag emerges from the forest. Strong and handsome, he walks with purpose towards the doe. A young courtship arises on this rigid night, and new life will be found with the changing of the seasons. The pair walks into the forest, and once more, the field becomes barren. The wind begins to pick up once more, and branches begin to snap.