Descriptive Essay On Winter Solstice

In the stretch of a year, a morning on the Winter Solstice is nothing other than a blink. A destructive blizzard left dawn with the scars of the night before, no mercy suppressed. Within the reach of the horizon, the morning hum of an awakening city reverberated through the air. The gloom in the sky overshadowed everything that the light strived to touch. From the towering skeletal trees to the lifeless brooks that were asphyxiated by the polar temperatures driven by the departure of Autumn. An eerie, nearly pitch-perfect silence echoed throughout the barren forest.

The soft fluvial motions of the river could only be heard by the most sensitive of ears. A part of the soul of the forest - just like an artery transporting blood from a palpitating heart to an unconscious body filled life - pulsed water through from the distant fog covered mountains to the impatient ocean awaiting at the end. Ever flowing waters protected the fish swimming beneath its crystalline surface from the belligerent climate above; along with the aquatic emerald plants that rooted themselves

Her scarlet red coat bled into the embrace of white. Olive skin peeked from beneath the sleeves, revealing an exhausted woman. She wrapped her hands around her slim frame to preserve as much heat as she could from the endless biting wind. Her veined hands were cracked; they had peeled and bled under the merciless winter weather which nipped at any exposed skin. A soft and lustrous silk scarf wrapped around her neck like a snake constricting its prey. She ran her moist tongue over her chapped lips only to taste the metallic tang of her own blood mixed with bitter coffee from the warm flask in her shivering hand. Unruly dark brown hair whipped in the wind, slapping against her raw cheeks. A soft sniffle could be heard from her frost-nipped