AN: I'm snowed in. This is the result of boredom, snow, and a general need for Tiva.
Ziva David loved the sow and all it symbolized: hope, purity, the total uniqueness. The fact that every snowflake went through the same process and still came out looking different. She loved the stillness of it so different from her hectic lifestyle. The soft squeaking crunch it made when the air was dead still. All so very different than her life in Israel. She'd been all over the world, and yet she'd never felt so at ease in a place so foreign.
In a strange land, so full of idioms and snow she learned to love, and she learned to trust. She'd had her first snowball fight, and been given lessons in driving in snow by two northerners. The team had melted away the icicles in her heart leaving fertile ground for the seeds of love.
So the flowers sprouted. Early season crocuses bringing color to the spring of her life. Daises white and childlike soon turned into the roses of love and lust. Guarded glances defined her life as the grass became greener and the cherry trees bloomed. A kiss came with the sweet smell of lilac.
The summer was lazy and warm. She grew to enjoy the moist heat an oddity compared to her desert home. They smashed rule twelve into tiny unidentifiable bits. They loved with reckless abandon, fueled by the indestructible feeling that summer builds in a person. There were no brakes on the freight train they had boarded.
They never had a real chance. They were too different, their worlds too foreign. The team was separated just as the pink flowers that foreshadowed fall were beginning to blossom on the rose of sharon's. The first touches of fall always make people yearn more for the bounty of the summer that is not quite gone.
She stored every happy memory in the cellar of her heart. They would bring her through to the next summer the next love, and ultimately, the next heartbreak.
AN: I hope you like it please leave a review to make my snowed in butt feel better. :)
