Creative Writing draft

Early winters morning. The township lying below you had not yet woken from it’s deep elongated sleep. Curtains and drapes covering every square inch of window attempting to keep the darkness out, however it still finds away to crawl through the unforeseeable cracks to invade the sleeping households. Trickles of thin grey smoke produced by the dying breath of the last logs on the fire meandered through the frozen air, providing proof that the town was still alive. Stars would have shone high and bright above you, if it weren’t for the thick light sucking inversion layer consuming the town. Not even the penetrating rays of illuminated light reflected from the moon could puncture the belly of the beast. Leaving all beneath in an awe consuming sea of darkness.

You step outside into the frost soaked morning. Sheets of ice, layer after layer concealed everything in a colorless cloak. Frozen strands of grass shivered in the heat sucking breeze. Threats of overnight snow was traded for a frozen lifeless breeze sucking the heat right out of your lungs with each abrupt breath, and on release forms a cloud of mystical floating mist which quickly evaporates into the thin mountain breeze. The frost carrying trees struggle to stay upright with the extra baggage swaying side to side. Each slight movement getting closer, and closer to the seemingly inevitable collapse.

Listen. Can you hear, the the uncanny silence of the early morning advancing through the neglected streets, passing over the tranquil stream, surrounding the town. The first breaths of the towering top’s of the commanding mountains as the first golden rays of light make there mark igniting the face in bright yellow light. The lone bird clambering its way up a bare apple tree coated with unforgiving icicles, searching desperately for a morning snack. The deep winding river meandering down its elected path, hiding it’s unforeseen power in the murky depths of its beating heart.

You can see the great towering bodies of the ancient mountains disappearing through the soupy thick clouds with only there feet showing beneath. You can see the twinkle of lights in the vast corners of your eyes as the township below starts to wake. One after the other the houses come to life eventually illuminating the valley floor with a sea of light. plumes of smoke now bellowed from neighboring chimneys as fresh logs of wood are thrown onto the glowing embers of the dying fire, adding to the thickness of the lurking fog.

The vast outline of the burning sun climbs higher and higher into the sky with each dying minute. The piercing rays of boiled light commence a raging battle with the thick soupy fog, burning through the blanket of dense moisture, until trickles of light poured down onto the lifeless countryside coated in a thick icing of frozen dew. As soon as the light hits the shivering icy valley floor, it irrupts into a glowing explosion of fluorescent light flooding the gaping valley.

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