SnowBunny drabbles
Peace
The first thing I noticed when I hopped out of the hole was that the place was very open. It was a large field, tall grass swayed in a cool breeze. That was the next thing I noticed; it was bitingly cool here, not bitterly cold. There was also a house here, a cottage really, directly in the center of the field. To the right of the cottage was a dense forest, lightened by the clear sky. To the left was a cliff that stretched as far as the eye could see in both directions. I could hear the waved breaking on the rocks below and the caw of the seagulls above. My next thought was how peaceful it was here and that I wouldn't mind staying a while, but those thoughts were cut off when I saw a familiar face on the very edge of the cliff, staring out into the waters below.
It was Jack Frost.
I hopped over to him, and when he didn't acknowledge my presence, I stared out into the horizon as well. From here I could hear the rustling of sheets and they were blown by the soft wind from their place on the clothes line and smell the fresh clean scent of the Sea Island cotton, and I finally knew; this was where Jack called home. This was his peace of mind.
After a while a felt a weight on my shoulder, looking down I smiled at the sleeping winter sprite and kissed him head. My home, my peace of mind.
