Cinnamon

Snow

Emilia

The first fall of snow is calming, like magic falling from the sky. The sky looks bluer, the trees colored, the white replacing the dull browns in subtle light. Somewhere out there someone is seeing the same thing as me as I look out my window, my big brown eyes reflecting back at me, looking at me. I tap my fingers against the glass which is now colder than earlier, and I'm greeted with the familiar sound of a ting, it resonates in my mind sometimes, its such an empty sound.

My birthday is today, the first day of snow.

I walk down the stairs gently even though they creak with age anyways, I hear my parents laughter and the smell of food and tea brewing in the kitchen, so I walk towards it.

"Nice to see you brown eyes," my dad smiles gently at me as I walk into the small kitchen, that's his nickname for me. I smile towards his direction and sit down across from him as my mom comes up beside me with some treats. We're a simple family, don't need much. She hands me a cup of my favorite tea, cinnamon, with a small plate of muffins and oranges. The colors of the oranges remind me of the fall season  that had just so recently passed, it had been a nice season, real colorful. "It's snowing, today of all days."

My parents sang me happy birthday and my mom went off to fix more food as she hummed happily to herself meanwhile me and dad looked out towards the window and talked about the snow. "I hear there's lots of wildlife this year," dad said as he got up to grab his signature grey mug and fill it with coffee. We live out near a small town, that's old and familiar. Our house is buried with trees in the little cove of forest we have, it's nice to be away and to be out here. My parents praise it everyday, especially when you see the odd squirrel pass by your window.

I nod in agreement towards my father. The town nearby has older values and traditions and has an extended hunting season just to reach their satisfations. We get more time off of school and most of the boys go out with their fathers to learn how to hunt and clean the food that they've proudly broughten home. Some of the girls do it too, it just depends on the person