**Part four! And still going strong. This is becoming much more involved than I originally planned it to be (I thought, when writing part one, that it would be 3 parts only. How young and foolish I was. ;] ). But I hope that you will, as always, enjoy!**

 

     I’m sitting at my kitchen table with my school looking up at me with disdain, as I watch the millions of snowflakes fall one by one onto the frozen ground. There is something so enchanting about how the snow falls, and whenever I see it I stop and try to watch each one find its place. They seem to be searching for it as they drift and finally they see it and float down with white gracefulness to land on the exact spot.
     I wonder, how many people stop to contemplate the little things in their life. Like the snow.

**A short story... hope the ending isn't too confusing. Enjoy.**

There was no moon that night. Aislin always remembered how the sky looked, for the stars still burned as bright as ever in her mind even years later, but there was always that empty space where the moon should have been.

“Be patient toward all that is unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
- Rainer Maria Rilke

Winter is come. It’s the time for cold fingers, chapped lips, red ears and numbed toes. It’s the time for wind so nippy that now matter how many layers you put on, you feel as though you’ll never be warm again. It’s time for the cold that makes your teeth ache, the north wind that seeps into the cracks of your house. It’s the time for a cold room in the morning that makes you want to ignore your mom’s orders and snuggle back under the blanket that feels like a favorite sweatshirt.

Fragile fairy structures
Climbing up your window
Tell you what has come,
What is to be
Again.
It makes you
Smile.
Run outside
Spread your arms
To the falling snow
It urges you
To let go
And smile.
Snowflakes
Caught in your hair
And on your lashes
Sparkle and shimmer
Like a million jewels-
Like the stars above,
They wink, they twinkle
They set off
Your smile.
Great black trees
Tower against the sky,
Against the purple twilight,

Incased in snow,
No one knows,
How she got there,
Where she will go,
Born into ice,
Nothing will sufice,
To sooth her pain,
There is no such device,
Nothing can set her free,
For you see,
Her love for the world,
For you and me,
Must remain hidden,
Nothing will sufice,
But to be incased in snow,
and hidden in ice.