It was Tuesday morning, too early for stargazing, too late for watching the birds go south.
Winter came a while ago, and there's still no sign of life within the Moominhouse.
Walking through a field, Fjorin saw a pretty bird and had an epiphany
About the nature of flight and all the things that lie here on earth.
"I've been wishing to fly above the grasslands since my birth",
She said, borrowing a feeling that brought her fear and ecstasy.
However, that didn't last long, as she realized that she had arms instead of wings.
"Oh, what a shame!", Fjorin thought about her attempts to get into the swing of things.
Silly as it is, the Fillyjonk (or Sillyjonk, if you prefer) had a lot to learn
In regards to herself, the world around or anything that causes any concern.
"It seems to me, although I'm here under a peaceful tree, waiting for the dragonflies...
I'm more alone than ever before", she said, looking at the sea of stratus above the skies,
Said clouds were kind of gray but not exactly blue. It's not autumn anymore when
A wave of cold air blows away the last remaining leaves until they grow again
During spring, a season yet to come to fill this land with flowers and serene green
From seedlings buried in the snow like fishes resting at the bottom of a frozen stream.
Everything belonged to each other in this portrait of a beautiful day, except Fjorin and her sadness.
Feeling the grass lie under her dress brought her a sensation not exactly akin to distress
Or sorrow for being pitiful and having intrusive thoughts filled with hopelessness,
When it all seems calm as if there was order above chaos, no sign of war or madness.
"The worst enemy lies within the self", she said, feeling dizzy out of nowhere.
That made no sense for Fjorin, who longed for brighter, sunnier days that were too far ahead,
And besides, she couldn't afford to move out of Moominvalley to live elsewhere.
The gray clouds threaten to rain, but all they do is drop soft layers of snow pellets on the ground,
Giving the landscape a mystic and ephemeral touch of a land out of time, forced into silence, without a sound.
Meanwhile, all Fjorin can do is wait, because it would be too funny to just say "Snow, please do melt"
With enough conviction for it to actually happen, as if anyone ever had any true control over nature,
And those who have tried had their lives taken away, their attempts met with utter failure.
"I have more respect for nature than I do with people", said Fjorin. "I hate how secrets are spread
Despite them being well kept, how they can do more harm and damage to someone than anything else.
The wind is honest, it doesn't hide the fact that it can break trees as much as it can pull a gentle breeze.
But people, however, they just don't seem to care, you have to squint to see through their masks of deceit.
I know it very well, it happened to me, I felt betrayed and sometimes I really wish I was dead.
It was hard to recover from that, and since then, I keep my secrets to no one but myself".
Lost in her daydreams while following a path covered by snow, the Fillyjonk spends the day reminiscing
About her past life before she came to Moominvalley, some pleasant memories and others not so delightful
From a time where she was young and naive, which left her with the odd feeling that something was missing.
Years have passed, but it didn't matter as the same person left behind came back to haunt her.
"I swear I won't forget your confidence, I won't forget your touch", she said in a very sweet manner.
Although she had every reason to be angry or sad, she wasn't fond of looking at the past to make herself spiteful.
"A dear friend of mine with her deep blue eyes... At first, she was a stranger,
But within time, we came to appreciate and care for each other.
One day, we laid on the grass before I told her about my very only secret,
A hidden palace with a beautiful garden, whose flowers only I could see and play with,
This until I got bored and decided to share it to someone else, how silly!
I trusted her to keep it a secret and she vowed never to reveal it
As I took her by the hand and we spent a whole afternoon playing with the flowers.
She was so very nice, I was very kind, our fun lasted for what seemed like hours".
"Within the next weeks, I saw everyone comment about a secret that had just been leaked,
Those vipers were ready to bite when they said those hurtful things about me and my garden.
My reputation was gone, how could I've sunk so low? They looked at me as if I was somehow rotten.
I had to leave my home but not before finding out the truth, which wasn't difficult to find.
This friend of mine told me that she was the one who began to share my secret to others.
After hearing that, I shed a few tears. My view was twisted, as if I went blind.
My secret garden was not a secret anymore, it wasn't fun if everyone knew about my flowers.
How could that happen? Was it fair for something so precious to be gone? I was confused.
The words she said were so raw and cruel, they left me ashamed and disappointed.
It was as if the times we were together on our own did not mean much or never existed".
And so Fjorin found out there are many ways that you could do worse than kill someone.
A harsh lesson, maybe, to know that the things you cherish for could simply turn to stone.
To this day, she has never forgiven her friend. She held no grudges or regrets
As she traveled through lands where she didn't properly belong.
The people she encountered along the way were unrecognizable, mere silhouettes,
A sentiment that lasted until her arrival at Moominvalley, a place that she could one day call home.
Even so, despite having lived here for months, the Fillyjonk feels like a newcomer
Whenever she goes outside her house to enjoy the crispy, ice-clear look of winter.