The Snow Walker

As she walks across the snow, she leaves no footprint, no evidence of her ever being there.

But as she walks she brings life, life to the plants as they start to grow in the bitter cold, and then to the mice and the animals as they start to awaken, and the sun comes up to spread light across the vast plain of darkness.

She treads quietly, as to not break the great peace, but to let it sleep, dreaming its dream of everlasting harmony.

Then she steps too hard, shattering the peace and awakening the chaos.

She starts to run, leaving deep trenches in the snow, leaving evidence she was there.

Then, they see her, her hair like fire, her white gown blowing in the wind.

They run after her.

Then she turns to look at her almost imminent fate, but they stop, seeing the glory and the wilderness in her eyes, they turn around, satisfied with having seen her.

They leave, leaving her alone, once more she is alone, free.