She could feel the crunch of the forest floor beneath the sparkling blanket of snow. Her black snow boots had the slightest speckles of white as she moved through the evergreens, her mittened hands reaching up every now and then to push a branch out of the way. She took a deep breath through her nose, letting the intoxicating scent of the trees take over her senses. She paused to take in the atmosphere that the forest had as the sun finally began to rise. The forest had a stillness to it that made her afraid to take a breath; to disturb the peaceful nature of it all. Like the entire forest was suspended in time. A reflection of perfection.
So Elphie held her breath as she watched the sun break over the horizon. The pink and orange hues jumping across the sky as she closed her eyes to the world. And she took one huge breath to savor the moment. A moment she would remember as peaceful and full of opportunities. She could be anything as the sun rose. The world was her's for the taking. Though she knew better, that as soon as the day began life would fall in order. Her routine in motion again and the world would lose its luster. That's why these moments just before the sun rose were her favorite. She never missed the rising of the sun.
The cold twilight just before the warmth of the sun got her through every terrible thought she had. Every disappointing moment in her life could be cleansed away with one deep breath in the early morning, surrounded by trees that were older and wiser than her. It was all in perception and Elphie knew that her perception of the twilight covered forest would always be as pure as the snow that was drifting lazily to the ground.
As the sun positioned itself contently over the forest Elphie found herself trudging through the snow in pursuit of everything and nothing. The feel of the cold as it bit into her nose sent shivers down her spine and she flexed her mittens to give feeling back to her icy finger tips. She watched her breath puffed out before her and felt a small giggle erupt from her lips. She smiled and pulled her alpaca hat further down, covering her ears with the flaps, debating with herself on whether she should tie the strings under her chin or not. She chose not to and found herself back on a path through the forest.
She took a moment to decide on the direction she wanted to take before swiveling to the left. She always liked to picked left over right, she felt like left was the red haired step child of directions, so she often chose it just so that right didn't have more fans. This way of thinking tended to get her lost most of the time. However. Elphie had this keen sense of direction when in the thicket of a forest. Didn't matter if she was foreign to the foliage or not, she would always find her way out again. It was like a hidden talent that she never really considered having.
Elphie stopped though and turned to the left and wandered straight into the dense trees again. Something about the dark brown of the trunks comforted her. She put a mitten to the bark and closed her eyes, telling herself that she could feel the life flowing just under the surface even in the beginning stages of winter. And she suddenly didn't feel so alone anymore.