There you stand in the cold silent night. You can see your wooden cabin in the distance; its hard for you to see in the night. Up in the mountains the moon hardly shines, a ghostly layer of clouds make it hard for you to see. As the night goes on it becomes colder, each breath you take hurts more than the last, like a poisonous fog. You wish to be inside, you imagine a warm soothing soup, drinking it would soften your throat. Tirelessly, you make your way through the deep snow. The fresh powdery snow crunches beneath your boots, each step sapping away at your store of precious energy. There are no lights up in the mountains, so you rely on the faint silver strands of moonlight, threads of light that weave through the clouds guiding you home. As you walk a stick lodged in the snow gets caught under your foot and you fall. The glacier of snow absorbs your fall, and it engulfs you.
Ten minutes pass resting in the snow. Now you begin to feel the cold, as it slowly creeps up your body, into your skin. There’s no sensation in your fingers other than numbness, you try to clench your fist but it almost seems frozen. Now you must get home. Though the night is silent, tranquil, predators lurk in the dark. Silent beasts of the night, this land belongs to them. The closer you are to home the acrid smell of burning wood fills your nose. Now the lights shine brighter, you know you are almost there. The thought of a kiss from the fire makes your cold, numb body work harder to move its legs through the snow. A few more steps. You are almost there.
Knock. Knock. As your mother opens the door, the heat escapes and lures you in. Quickly, you take your snow clothes of and approach the blazing fire. You hear a gentle crackle of flames, and the touch of fire pricks your skin with its warmth. At last you are home, warm and with family. You enjoy your hikes through the snow, they are pure experiences of solitude and nature, which relaxes your mind. Now it was time for you to sleep, and you go into your bed and cover yourself with the blanket, that protects you from the cold. The quiet thief that sneaks into your room at night and takes away the warmth from your body. Sleep overcomes your body, and you allow it to take over. Slowly, your mind dozes of into another realm.
You wake up to the piercing sound of a cockerel. As you get up you see the sun shining through clear blue sky. You take a deep breath of the thin crisp air of the mountains. People are already up, children are running, and the restaurants are full. Slowly, you put on some shorts and a blank t-shirt . When you leave the cabin you feel the sun’s power focusing on you, toasting your skin. A soft breeze brushes away some heat from your face. Emerald grass and bright blooming flowers cover the area. As you approach the restaurant you hear the subtle flow of water. You pick up a rock and throw it into the stream, as it falls it releases an array of hypnotizing ripples. The water is so clear and pure, you could drink from the stream. The sun rays reflect of the crystal water almost blinding. You look away. Carefully, you observe the wildlife, there are bees buzzing around you, and birds dipping in the water. You take another relaxing breath of air and move on.
You arrive at the restaurant, and you hear the traditional music, whilst the instruments overlap to create a beautiful sound. The drone of the ciftelia, and the soft deep melodies of the sharkia. People sing along to the song in delight, but the lyrics are unknown to you. As you approach your table you see that food is ready on the table. The scent slowly drifts into you nostrils, and you smell the flaky pastry of the pite, the sweet smell of hot chocolate. Now you feel more like at home. Look around. The atmosphere is so energetic; everybody around is happy. The music gradually turns to a soft sound in the background as you start eating. The pite crunches in your mouth, and you taste the delicious spinach filling, this brings your taste buds to life. You wash it down with a cool glass of water, in effort to cool your body. You drop the glass on the table, and it almost slips as your palms are so sweaty. Now you feel your whole body is becoming sweatier, and sweatier and your clothes begin to stick to your body like glue. You drop back into your seat, and in an instance your eyes close.
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