And in the winter night sky ships are sailing,
looking down on these bright blue city lights..
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He was tired and his hands were cold.
He idly wondered if somebody even knew most of the time his whole self was oddly freezing.
Curiously, Jack realized he couldn't remember when was the last time a living creature had touch him.
Must have been years ago, the wind heard him speak and, as the silence was broken, the air around him stirred and a soft hum, which later developed into an overwhelming howl, started when Jack closed his eyes taking a deep, refreshing and unnecessary breath.
His lungs didn't work, they felt like a cold stone inside his chest, and his heart didn't beat, yet he still liked to take a breath once in a while.
Because, whenever he did, he became conscious of the particularity of his current situation.
Like a slap into reality.
The shock of having part of the erratic air inside his body renewed his energy, as if a bolt of electricity had just run through his numb system. Straightening his back and flexing his muscles, Jack got prepared for work.
It wasn't an easy task that of being the Winter's shepherd.
He had to guide the almost untamed winds from one hemisphere to another, through land and sea, and had to make sure of not leaving anyone behind, for they behaved like naughty children if left alone.
Only when it concerned them Jack knew when to be firm or soft, and the Winds loved and followed him blindly, sensing his cool yet warm heart.
Who could not be enchanted by the seasonal spirit's irresistible charm and wonderful ideas while covering the world with snow and the magical joy it brought?
Jack smiled and a rush of air brushed playfully his hair. He jumped into the sky and commanded the cold Winds to follow after him, up, higher in the atmosphere.
It was time.
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A/N
I missed writing Jack :)
I've always felt very near him. Dunno if that makes sense.