Wind whispering, yet screaming, cold, I shiver, I want to grab a coat, wrap something around me. Cars buzzing by, rubber wheels on pavement break the silence.
Wind tousles my hair, It feels as though something is caressing me. I feel comfort, warmth, as the sun streams down upon me, kissing my skin. I feel loved.
Trees stand tall and proud, their presence surrounds me, I do not feel alone. I stand, I feel the hard unyielding wood beneath my feet, my hands upon the ledge. I smell the clean fresh mountain air. It makes my nose tingle.
A smile spreads across my face. I'm happy, I want to bask in the sun forever, so that the cold that creeps up upon me in moments of loneliness goes away.
( a creative writing exercise written today at the Banff Emerging Writer's Program, still in progress of course)