Snowflakes

Jamie looked at her hand and thought “Did I do this with my own hands?”. She smiled to the wind and smelled the air. She took a deep, long breath, and prepared herself for the acceptance on the way home. The walk was not too long, and she wasn’t really worried. But a feeling of fear had dominated her. Despite she didn’t know if it was about the future or the past she feared about the “for ever”. The possibility of things had done by that one specific moment where she had made a mistake. Or even the other, maybe more scary one. Could ever be a chance of the personality of that young person change? What would she have to do? What would she do?
The girl started walking. Why would she be there any longer? She put her legs to move, then. What could she do, right?
For one second, she distracted herself. It had started snowing and one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen, were the little snowflakes, falling upon her head, falling from the beautiful, magnetic, clouds. She realized it was cold, and put the gloves on. But her mind would not go too far. Suddenly she started thinking about her, so brief, life. And she has always believed she was relaxed, calm. She would put her hand on fire, she would bet all of her possessions on that belief. How about “Don’t worry, be happy!”? Wasn’t she one of the people who most said that? Then why was she in that situation. She was terrified.
And then, when the smallest snowflake on Earth landed, right on her nose, as if it wanted to show how simple life is. All of the sudden she remind herself why she was in that situation. She stopped right in front of her house. A sweet laugh came out of her mouth and she slowly closed her blue eyes. How happy was she? She didn’t know, she didn’t care, really. She was only seven years old and just wanted to get home, hug her mother, and play with her toys. She got rid of her worries and entered her home.

Ricardo Cardoso de Lima e Silva
24/05/2007