Chapter XVI
Cold Tears
The Balance
It was a peaceful setting. It was the time of winter and everything was so bright. Not a stir of stress could be found in the serenidy. Flakes of snow made its descention on the woodland area. And two children sat together, side by side. Their eyes, gleaming in the whool texture of snow settled on the soft ground. Their brightened and happy faces. Bathing in the likeness of happy charms.
Mild yet innocent as they eye towards each other, given a liking of a friendly grin.
The boy, sat as if he were an anomoly to a certain system. A system of so called; segregation. Segregation between that of boys and girls. Keeping a certain distance between the two. Scooting away if necessary. The girl right next to him however, was completely unaware of such a breaking. No line was drawing between them, and there is no rule within reason why there should be. This was her friend, and that's all that mattered. Prior to their distance, she simply scooted towards the boy, and closed the gap between them. She simply puts up a smile, conveying the same for the young man.
There they sat, side by side. Constructing whatever foundation made from the textures of snow.
The two children, sat in the center of what seemed a round indian gathering area. A place made and used by the old natives of the land. It was formed with an absolute center, but with many pathways and leadings which formed from the outside. All to this one point in the middle, where these children sat. A wide range of combinations to this one point, you might say. Yet, now the place is abandoned, and the only residents are these two children. Their innocence is nothing but absolute. And what can one complain about? What can you complain about two children sitting in the center of an indian camp?
Snow continued to fall on the area. Soft and gentle it was, on to this soft and gentle place. Falling with a cool, but gentle touch. Sprinkled down by lightened flakes setting a whool pure area. Sprinkled down with the cool comfort which has nestled down on the ground. Sprinkled down with the overabundance of happy faces and warm hearts which has settled into these two children.
Their construction, was something of peculiar stature. It was a tall, round, and skinny piece of work. That which resembles a lot like a tower. A tower with a three level base which is able to hold up the erection into place.
It was tall alright, for a structure built by children. Probably ranging up to four feet. Tall in height indeed.
Now, the children were at the height of their completion. But not enough sbow was to supplement their needs for the building. A "run-out" had become an obstacle for them and no snow was left in nearby proximity.
Fortunately, their eyes caught the sight of some nearby mud. Perfect material to complete their work. Of course, it wasn't loyal to the idea of snow building, but it works for this boy and girl. It works because it's a tower. And that's all that matters.
And here, is their completed work. The two youngster's work done with unity of each other and unity of themselves. A work which was accomplished by breaking the barrier of division, and overcoming the fear between sex.
A tower, situated in the center of the round indian camp.
Right in the center.
And the boy eyes towards the girl. With a sense of approval and unity, they exchange an innocent smile.
But this foundation couldn't last...
For the snow suddenly dissapeared. And was immediately replaced by a down fall of rain.
Peculiar how the weather would change so dramatically. But that's what happened.
The water was cold and it pierced a sharp chill which entered into the youngsters blood stream. Cold and piercing.
The boy and the girl couldn't bare the burden which had befallen on them. Together they fled away to some sanctuary which could hide them from the chilling rain.
The snow was immediately succombed by the pour, and it withered away as more and more of the water came rushing down.
All the whiteness disappeared and was soon replaced by dark shades of dirt and mud. Putting filthiness upon the indian camp.
But the tower, was still there. The snow was immediately stripped away from the building. No signs of white anywhere on the tower which stood in the center.
But the tower, was still there. It sat there, covered in dark shades of mud.
God Dammit it was still there!
