Winter was a very misunderstood season. For Jack it was a time of fun, of snow forts, snowball fights, skiing, and sledding. For the earth it was a time of rest. The animals and the trees slept it away. For others though it was a time of cold and danger. Of traffic, ice, and a time to stay indoors. Jack understood that not everyone liked his season. He tried showing people the beauty in it. With individually crafted snowflakes shimmering in the air, sunlight glittering through icicles, and frosted trees. But he knew that no matter how hard he tried to show the beauty of winter that there were just some people would never truly accept his season.
Snowbirds were one of those people. He always found it confusing that they were called that, he thought is sounded kinda nice. It hurt him slightly that a whole group of people would move away for an entire season just to avoid the cold. He knew that winter could be harder on some of the elderly people, but still, a part of him took it personally.
Author's comment:
Here's a very short little drabble. I live in a colder climate and in the winter you can feel my entire community holding their breathe in excited anticipation for snow. So when I was little it always made me sad that my grandparents (who lived out of state btw) would purposefully leave in order to miss the snow every year. I thought that it might make Jack feel sad too.
Anyway I am running low on my short stories. So please if you have any suggestions please let me know. Even just a prompt word. It really gets me thinking. As I said before all of these are prompt words. I collect them. I have a little jar full of them, but I need some fresh ones.