Winter (533 hits)
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Submitted by I_love_kracka (View user info) at 2006-05-04 10:50:20 EDT
I long for the first inklings of winter. For the end of the war, or at least a retreat for a short while, for the ability to just be - to not have to watch constantly, wondering when and where the next attack will be. Knowing within these blissful, short, grey days, we can relax, we can breathe again. I can watch him play without fear, I can watch him make angels in the snow, and taste the sweet snow falling from the sky as if it were a gift from heaven. I can enjoy looking into his sea blue eyes and see the colorful reflections of the twinkling lights in his eyes when all the homes are dressed in their holiday best as we walk carelessly through our war torn neighborhood - not remembering or speaking of the savage war we are exhausted from, and thankful for the rest. These are the moments that I hope to enjoy again every year, until he must fight this battle on his own.
You see, they begin their carnage in the spring. They work quietly and unobtrusive in the winter. Their schedules much like ours, work at day and sleep at night. They spend their days teaching the young what their role is, the art of war, and erasing from their young minds all emotion and conscience, so they are unable to regret or even stop their actions. Their plans have been laid, where they will live, what they will eat, and how they will move. They remember the bloody wars from the prior years, and they are smarter, even more acclimated, their might is great, and their immunity growing more tolerant to the arsenal of weapons unleashed upon them, ever stronger with each victory they claim. The lost soldiers are easily replaced, they need only visit the "bad" side of town - there, unsuspecting youth, having grown up on the side of town where war is a rich man's game, are excited and aroused at the idea of becoming a soldier. Their viciousness is only second to their loyalty. When you become a soldier in their army - it is for life.
I miss spring; it is my favorite time of year. I miss feeling the soft new grass on my toes, hearing the long forgotten songs of the birds that return each year, the intoxicating aromas and the vivid colors that only come from spring flowers. I love watching the blooms from the trees grow into the majestic green leaves that shade and protect us. Each year, we become smitten with the glory Mother Nature displays to us and vow to spend time with her. We plan romantic picnics in the park, we oil the baseball gloves that caught the game ball last season, we take long walks with our family and friends in fields abundant with natures lures beckoning us to join her again daily, until we are addicted to her offerings. Each day falling more under her spell than the day before.
This is when the attacks begin. Our senses are blurred to the evil that is lurking, waiting for the signal to begin the massacre, they begin the war - they always do. The first attack is always the worst. With the pain from the fierce stabbing, and the poison beginning to cause an immediate and severe reaction, all the memories of other attacks flood you with a sense of fear. Do I run or do I fight? We always run first, it is our instinct. Their ability to war is so evolved and unyielding, that if we were not to run, we would suffer torture unlike anything ever described before. With this first attack the war begins. We quickly retreat to a safe haven and tend to our wounds. We alert the others where the compound is located and advise all to stay away from that area until we renew our supply of weaponry. We are careful to protect the injury and see that it is tended to daily to ensure it does not worsen. We alert our family, neighbors and friends that the war has begun.
We spend hours researching the hope that there might be a way to "handle" this situation with kindness and grace, only to have the sparkle of hope replaced with an emotion that is so pure and true, an emotion that begins to breathe life into an instinct that is so basic, we forget it is there, an emotion that is so powerful the thought alone makes us become uncomfortable with ourselves for even thinking about it. Yet we feed into it, we meet with our neighbors, and decide which day to carry out the attack, how we will do it and what time it will take place. We carefully watch the enemy, making sure there have not been many casualties or much advancement, but we know, it's just a matter of time till they are at our door. We plan secret meetings in garages so we don't attract attention. There are many details in a war of this size. Who will go first, what is the weapon we will use this year, who will guard our young during the attack, and most importantly - how long till they retreat?
I long for the first inklings of winter....I know the war is almost over.
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Submitted by Fungah (user info) at 2006-05-04 23:02:18 EDT (#)
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Well done! Now I regret missing Vegas more than I had initially... I would have enjoyed hanging out with you
Submitted by Kracka (user info) at 2006-05-04 12:12:08 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2006-05-04 10:52:26 EDT (#)
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I love I_love_kracka.
Beautifully written