December’s First Dawn
Two souls bending with the season
The icy breath of December’s first dawn wrapped up her bones as she sat beside him. The heat of his body, more comforting than the rising sun on a spring day.
It had been quite some time since they watched this particular sunrise. Some time since they emerged mostly unscathed from the violent fangs that marked November’s hungry mouth.
And somehow, as snowfall froze the earth and wrapped the trees in a white cocoon around her cottage, she understood that no matter how dark the night became they would survive. They would bend alongside fortune’s wheel, season’s changelings standing at the threshold, in whatever form time would shape them.
I’m finally beginning to feel like myself again, and I’m hoping to resume posting with more regularity.
I’ve written many small scenes of the Witch and the Wolf and hope to share them more often in this space.
May this winter tale linger with you today and through the season.
Thank you all for being here.
-Gina
I adore this so much, Gina. 🌲