Journal #21 - A Snowy Scene

Since I live in Illinois, I do not know what a snow covered field would look like. If I was to witness such a sight, I can imagine that it would be beautiful. The snow would caress the curves of the hilltop, like a sheep's wool covers its body. There would be silver sparkles, glistening in the sunlight over the fresh blanket of snow. A brown, crumpled leaf may blow across the field, and run along in the meadow, and a late bird would chase it across the glistening field. That same white snow would lay in a thin layer over all of the pine trees that still bear their needles. It would not find refuge on the dead deciduous trees that had lost their leaves many months before. A simple deer would walk across the scene, leaving simple hoof prints in the fresh blanket of snow. She would bounce across the meadow, scampering like a chipmunk up a tree.  But then, a deafening noise would fill the valley. The sound of running children fills the deer's heart with angst, and it runs off. The noise gets increasingly louder, until suddenly 3 children are in plain view. They are happily running and playing in the snow, just as any child would. They bound through the snow and leave wide tracks from where they push the snow aside, to form a fortress of solitude. As they laugh, they continue to pack snow into balls and throw them at each other, not knowing that they are disturbing such a beautiful winter scene. As night begins to fall, the children go running back to their homes, the sound of their worried mothers rings throughout the field. When the children finally leave, that same, lonely deer returns to the scene, to inspect the damage done by the kids. The snow is all packed together in walls, nothing like it was when it was freshly sprinkled across the field. It is no matter, because a few tiny flakes begin to fall from the sky, and it is obvious that the next morning that very same valley will be covered with a fresh layer of snow for the children to come and create their own version of a winter wonderland.