There was a man preaching; his name was Dave or something of the sort. I was about to go back into my half-asleep trance like I usually do on Sunday mornings but this man was different. His words held meaning; they had emotion. I can’t say for myself whether they were true or not but I can say that they carried weight. And as he spoke, I accepted the feelings.
Its dark and cold. The snow melts under my feet; seeping into my shoes. I really shouldn’t be out this late but I couldn’t help it. The stars are so beautiful this time of night, especially from my viewpoint on the roof. Everybody has gone to sleep for the day leaving only the streetlights on, well except from Mr. Davis who never sleeps. But the lights were not the only thing I wanted to see. It was Christmas and so I sat here waiting for Santa. Waiting in the snow.
I was alone in the forest, no one around for miles upon miles. The scents of acorn and redwood filled my nostrils. I saw varying shades of green all around me; like a beautiful landscape drawing. I was aware of their presence, of their emotions, of their life. I finally did it; I understood the trees.
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I sit here waiting, pondering if I’ve made the right decision. I did make it in all seriousness but now that I look back I’m not sure that I made the right call. So I remain here; thinking.
The water wasn’t too cold, neither was it all that hot. It was a perfect lukewarm; the perfect temperature for relaxing. I stood on the reef for a while before getting in; watching the perfect purples of the sunset. When the sun finally fell, I jumped in and took a dip in the ocean.
Its cold, extremely cold. The snow falls down like white rain blanketing the city. The park is looks different as if someone had washed away all the colour. Not in a bad way; but in a good way. It feels as if someone had given the city a fresh start; had washed away all its sins. I was sitting on a park bench when I noticed a small flame. It was a candle inside a wooden box. It was beautiful; as if someone wanted to hold unto their feelings. As if they would rather be dirty and feel than clean and emotionless. I may have read too much into it but it was beautiful nevertheless; the candle in the snow.
I had met her in a bar, and to be honest I didn’t think much of her at first glance. Sure she was easy on the eyes but she wasn’t exactly ‘hot’. So I was moving on, at least until my drunk friend Mike dared me to a bet. He thought I couldn’t get anyone’s number so I agreed and took him up on his bet.
Now there were many other people I would have rather chosen but I was playing things safe and now I’m glad I did. If not for that bet how would I ever know the beauty that Ruth was? How would I ever know the joy of seeing her smile? How would I know the pleasure I get from just being by her side? From telling her that I love her? From knowing that she loved me back?
Now, today was my wedding day and a confused Mike my best man (cheers Mike). But the joy was not seeing her walk down the aisle (though that was a pretty close second). The joy was after the party, after the formalities, after all the hassles of getting married; looking lovingly into her eyes and her looking lovingly into mine, and we both knowing that we were going to be partners for life.