Here’s another piece of writing I was surprised to come across in one of my journals. I’m not sure when in college it was written. Even though it’s near the end of the journal, sometimes, I’d write wherever I felt like it and not necessarily in page order. It’s one of those free writes that stemmed from emotions that were roiling around inside of me at the time.
The snow was falling on my head, on my toes, inside of me and my family. First it rippled on the outside, discoloring our skin. Then it melted and drained inside our hearts, freezing our vital organs. But only I noticed this. Only I noticed how our skin was slowly becoming a pinkish pallor; how our hearts, our very souls froze and dissolved into deadened facades.