Snow

The bed in the loft creaked from the unmet sleeper. I arrived to the hostel on the last bus into the small valley town and I never had a chance to meet my new roommate.

The sun had risen on the mountains over the valley, it had yet to arrive on the quiet April floor. An eerie blue permeated through the window curtain, I slipped across the chilled floor, the window had been open all night. Moving the curtain aside to close the window the valley is fresh white. The mist of the evening had turned into the snow of the night.

Gentle blankets coated everything in site. A clean white starting from the train tracks reached to the top of the mountains on either side of me. A crispness in the air matched the pure blue of the sky.

I felt refreshed in this clear morning, the sickness of the past week cleared from my body, as well as my mind. I was ready to start the day, ready to explore, ready to live.