For You, For No Reason
Jan 2, 2015 8:26:25 GMT -5
Post by Garrett Hale on Jan 2, 2015 8:26:25 GMT -5
Winter was a funny sort of season. The air carried a cold and the wind, a generous bite. The rain practically turned to powder. Water beds became thick ice. And the people were practically frozen.
For Garrett, Winter was just another excuse to wear all those matching beanies and scarves one of his mothers always knit for him every chance she could. Charcoal grey, today. With a bright blue bolt to articulate either his gender or the perfect time of year for the attire. A bright white pom pom on top, too, as if to share the notion of perfect snowballs.
And there, in his gloved hands, was a perfectly crafted ball of snow. Meticulously smoothed and seared to have the finest available edges. All it needed now was an owner.
People flocked to the space with what seemed like three distinct personalities; they came to see and experience and love the snow, or they absolutely detested it, or they tried their best to pretend it didn't exist. But the third of available options always stood out the most; the blanketed snow brought forth funny new walks and tense neutral expressions. Why bother? He didn't know. He wished he knew.
Reeling the snowball back in his hand behind his head, he took little time in searching for a target. Whirling the ball through the air, he tossed it towards the back of some random individual.
Upon making a connection, he threw his arms in the air. Because really, that was a pretty good shot, and it was just a shame no one else was paying attention!
For Garrett, Winter was just another excuse to wear all those matching beanies and scarves one of his mothers always knit for him every chance she could. Charcoal grey, today. With a bright blue bolt to articulate either his gender or the perfect time of year for the attire. A bright white pom pom on top, too, as if to share the notion of perfect snowballs.
And there, in his gloved hands, was a perfectly crafted ball of snow. Meticulously smoothed and seared to have the finest available edges. All it needed now was an owner.
People flocked to the space with what seemed like three distinct personalities; they came to see and experience and love the snow, or they absolutely detested it, or they tried their best to pretend it didn't exist. But the third of available options always stood out the most; the blanketed snow brought forth funny new walks and tense neutral expressions. Why bother? He didn't know. He wished he knew.
Reeling the snowball back in his hand behind his head, he took little time in searching for a target. Whirling the ball through the air, he tossed it towards the back of some random individual.
Upon making a connection, he threw his arms in the air. Because really, that was a pretty good shot, and it was just a shame no one else was paying attention!
