Snow Angel

The snowflake landed on her nose, and all I could think about at that moment was how curious it all was. That snowflake didn’t melt, but instead rested proudly and glistened on the tip her delicate little nose. Come to think of it, there were many strange things about this little girl. She appeared out of nowhere, really. One minute I was alone in the woods making a snowangel, you know, just for old times’ sake... the same way I did when I was a child. Then suddenly she was there... staring back at me, unblinking. She was standing there barefoot in the knee high snowdrifts and wearing only what appeared to be a thin, white nightgown. I was gobsmacked, and couldn’t even bring myself to speak to her, ask her if she was okay. She just stood silently in the frigid air, without even a shiver. I could hear her breathing lightly, but I distinctly noted that I couldn’t see the condensation of her breath against the cold night. All at once, her form was enveloped in a warm, golden light that illuminated the dark woods. When the light waned, she sprouted two elegant ice like wings from between her shoulder blades. Then I blinked, and she was gone.