From What Light Is The Cold Warm?

by Arathy Suresh Nair aged 13

Stray hairs escaped from Chrissie’s tight bun, flowing wildly as the incongruous wind blew at her face, yet her face still permanently glazed in sweat from another exhausting day at work. Chrissy picked up the pace, determined to be enclosed in the comfort of her flat. She took a deep breath of cold spring air, it prickled her cheeks and made her eyes well. Through half a distorted vision, she caught a glimpse of a vibrant pink bird fly by the gloomy grey clouds.
As her eyes focused she realized that it wasn’t a bird, after all, it was a vibrant cherry blossom fluttering around in the merciless wind, she raised her head a little and saw that it had freshly fallen from a large tree with long hands stretching high into the sky, which had begun to clear up. It was a perfect heart, emitting a soft pink glow. It continued dancing high in the sky, never faltering to change altitude. It was rather hypnotizing, Chrissie strained her neck to watch it prance around the air, suddenly realizing she had come to a halt.
She turned her back to the silky blossom and saw acres and acres of lush trees standing like soldiers’ in formation down the long road she’d hiked. Each soldier clothed in beautiful blossoms bursting out of every inch of his long limbs, droplets of water trickling down steadily from petals poking out.
Chrissie turned slowly, taking in this magnificent sight, inhaling the cold air. The comforting cold was so refreshing, she took another deep breath and saw that rays of golden sunshine were starting to pour through the clouds looming above.
Leaking through branches painted with pink.
Her eyes searched frantically for the cherry blossom which was previously dancing in the sky. It didn’t take long for her to find it, it was in hindsight. Floating just a few feet away, in line with her hazel brown eyes. She watched it elegantly sink to the ground.
Chrissy strode forward and glanced down at the cherry blossom, resting so tranquil on the cold damp ground. She took another step, her buckled boots crushing the perfect pink heart on her way.
The sunshine seeped into the floor, and the sun retreated to the safety of the eerie clouds.

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