The snow spiraled around me and gave a glimpse into a world of images of my days as a snowman and the past that melted away in my future. She told me,
You shall still embody the snowflakes that made you while in your human form." I didn't understand what she meant until now...While I am slowly freezing and the snowflakes around me are compacting against me.
This is a curse, I thought, not a gift. My feelings were fading too and just when it seemed I was about to return to my former self; the witch returned.
"You must reconcile with your thoughts of this world. You must reconcile that I gave you life and that you must not take it for granted."
Her voice wispy and her black gown strained with specks of white snow.
"The snow flakes of the soul wish to guide you through this land ... Follow them."
She vanished in a wind storm and I was left to contemplate what she had told me.
I started to see images as the snow spiraled around me.
An immobile man built strictly of snow, a snowman that was given life, enough to melt away the ice.
The images gradually altered and warped into a steep path into the mountains.
"Follow the snow-flakes into the mountain" I heard the witch say sternly."The mountain calls for you, the snow conjured this path for you and along the way it may show you things that are hard to bare, but bare in mind that you must follow the path if you wish to remain human.
Struggling to move, struggling to free myself from the ice binding me to the ground, I shoveled my glossy red hands into the snow and pulled myself up.
The tunnel before me was unstable and I felt as though I was walking on a cloud when I first entered.
to be continued
