Sorry about the wait. I would've posted sooner, if I wasn't feeling so drowsy. Bluuuh.
Some call me crazy for my love of Winter. Maybe because I seem to take it too far. Like who in their right mind, goes out in thirty below weather just to swing or sit and relax? Guess I'm just not thinking in my right mind. But to me, having that joy from swinging and listening to music at the same time, that just makes me feel free from all the problems of the world. Even though when doing so, makes me relive all the memories I had long, long ago. Sure I have happy memories, tons of them! I even have frightening memories that don't seem to be triggered all to often. Then I have my sad memories, that just about every time I seem to be alone with my music, does it seem like they all come swarming back to my mind eating me alive. Picking away at every happy thought I have, every shred of emotion. Until I feel empty, hollow, and ripped away from the world.
Walking down the path to the small lake we have our tree swing, I start to try and block out my thoughts. Better to have somewhere to lean on then just breaking down in the snow. Then again, knowing me, I might end up falling in the lake as well if I'm not too careful.
"Then my dreams of becoming a Popsicle will finally come true!" Chuckling and shaking my head at my silly input as always, I turn down the last path to the lake. About to go ahead and put my ear buds in, to silence the sound of the world, I stop. On the other side of the lake I see a boy roughly my age, with what looks to be a shepherd's crook. Or at least some form of a staff. He was wearing a blue hoodie, a pair of brown khaki jeans that seems to be torn at the bottom and, what are those things tied around his legs? Actually better question, why does he not have shoes on? Like I understand having a love for everything cold, but come on, I'd at least wear some socks. Noticing all the frost on his clothes wondering how long he's been outside, I noted his white hair. It looked natural, but how many people have white hair? Oh wait albinos have white hair right? Wait don't they also have white eyebrows and eyelashes? This kid definitely has brown caterpillar eyebrows, and-
Crap he's looking at me now. What am I suppose to say? 'Howdy stranger! Your eyebrows sure do look nice! Can I touch them'? I don't think so.
Looking back up, I realized two things. I should've brought a weapon of some sort to defend myself from creepy strangers. And that apparently being barefoot means you can slide on the ice like a pro. About to run back to the house he stops in front of me, looking like he's confused. Until he gives me this grin that when coming from a stranger means trouble.
"Can you see me?" Ummm, crazy barefoot boy say what?
"Ummmm, yes? Why? Did you drink some kind of potion to make yourself invisible?" Oh my glob, that would be awesome if it was a thing though. Chuckling at me and shakes his head saying, "Well not many people see me is all." So invisibility potions are a thing? Why did I not hear about this?!
"What do you mean 'Not many people can see me'?" And looking over his bare feet I decide to go ahead and say, "Your feet are gonna freeze by the way, what are you even doing out here barefooted?" Suddenly seeing a hand in my face I look up to see his smiling face with his hand out, a sign that he wanted to shake hands. Shaking a strangers hand? Sure, why not? What could go wrong? Everything. Still thinking over my options, he starts to laugh at me!
"You know, most people have the common courtesy to shake someones hand as a sign to get to know one another."
"It's also common courtesy to give ones name when doing so. Is it not? Or maybe you really don't know what common courtesy is?" Giving me a sour look before he takes on a Cheshire cat grin, he straightens back up before saying, "Alright, fine. My name is Jack, Jack Frost. And you are?" Staring blankly at him for a minute or two to think over what he said to me, I decide to go along with his little play.
"And my names Santa Claus. Nice to meet you." Rolling my eyes and turning back around ready to go back to the house, I hear him let out a huff.
"Now look whose being rude." Whipping back around to glare at him, I stare shocked to see him perched onto of his staff. Staring him over again, I asked breathlessly, "How are you doing that?" Jumping back down to normal ground with the rest of the human population, he grins saying, "Well I told you, I'm Jack Frost!" Still looking at him in wonder, I shake off my amazement and look straight into his eyes saying, "Prove it then."
I'm never going to say those words again to a magical being, especially to one named Jack Frost.
Immediately after I had said those words, he had taken my hand and then we were up high in the sky. Who knows how far up? I honestly didn't feel like finding out. There might be giant patches of snow down there, but that sure isn't going to break my fall if this guy lets me go.
Looking around me, I see giant fluffy clouds. All of them looking like puffs of smoke, but more pure and smelt of fresh rain. And the colors in the sky! The reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks! If it wasn't for the fact that I'm flying in the air more than 50 feet from the ground, I would've been getting my sketch pad and paint tools out already. Hearing a chuckle to my left, I look over to Jack to see him giving me a bemused look.
"Man, you seem more interested in the sky, than the fact that your flying up in the sky with the one and only Jack Frost! I'm kinda hurt." Looking back over at him, I give a little smirk, saying, "Well maybe that is more interesting than you Jack." Feigning hurt for a second before grinning at me again, he bolts down towards the ground with me. "If that's how you feel, maybe we should land!"
"AhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!"