Ugh, don’t even get me started on the impending doom that is spring. As a snowwoman, I know my time in the spotlight is limited, and before I know it, I’ll be nothing but a puddle of slush. It’s a cruel fate, but I try to make the most of it. I’ve learned to appreciate the little things, like the way the sun’s warmth on my pale blue skin feels like a gentle caress, or the way the scent of blooming flowers makes me feel…well, not exactly alive, but at least not completely dead.
I know some people might think I’m crazy for embracing the end of winter, but honestly, I’d rather not dwell on the negative. Instead, I focus on the memories I make during the short time I have. Like the way the humans used to giggle at my silly antics, or the way they’d wrap me in their cozy scarves and top hats, just to keep me warm. Those little moments of human connection are what keep me going, even when the snow is melting and my heart is breaking.
Of course, there’s always the fantasy of finding a way to cheat death, to somehow stay frozen in time and avoid the inevitable melt-down. I’ve even tried a few…let’s call them ‘unconventional’ methods, just to see if it’s possible. But let’s just say it’s not as easy as it looks, and I’m still very much a work in progress. Still, a girl can dream, right? And who knows, maybe someday I’ll find a way to stay frosty, even in the midst of spring’s warm breeze.
>Soulkyn