Winter's Wrath

He holds an old portrait as it was his child. He gazes at the window and sees the blue sky covered by thick gray clouds, dimming the sun’s light. He remembers about the times where no matter where he looked upon he saw life and vivid colors, and now he dwells in his fading memories. He reflects on the day that he had everything he could possibly want, and regrets, with bitter anger towards himself, how he only noticed the beauty of his life when he lost his most important belonging.

The cold air breaks into his cabin through the cracks in the wooden walls. He feels the air cutting his face as it was a bitter slap from his maid. He cries out laud in a desperate attempt to break Winter’s dead silence. The wind blows vigorously, now shaking the nearby trees as if It was trying to ease his pain by somehow communicating with him. He, however, breaks into an unexplainable swift madness, destroying much of what was left from his possessions.

His madness urges him to uncontrollable impulses. Driven by his despair and lack of self-awareness, he runs outside in his bare body. He runs as fast as his degraded self can. He trips in a tree root near a frozen stream, and decides to lay down still, patiently waiting for his fate. Suddenly, he remembers about the portrait in his right hand and looks at it for the last time. His eyes become as heavy as lead, so he closes them for the very last time, slowly prolonging and enjoying his last few minutes and letting the snow embrace his naked body.