Lisa
This One is About the Cold
Rosy-Red Cheeks
She was standing there amongst the endless white Austrian alps, with a confident smile and rosy-red cheeks.
The air was frosty, cold enough for every single gust of wind to burn my skin a little bit more. Even if the air was cold and I was exhausted, I felt happy. Happy standing there, in the middle of nowhere. Just me and my grandmother.
“Do you wanna stay here?” She asked. Her voice was clear, yet gentle. The kind of gentleness, only a grandmother’s voice could have.I shook my head and she laughed.
“Well, then we need to leave”, she chuckled and began the descent ahead of me. “You stay right behind me, ok?”
My knees were shaking, due to both the cold and my non-existent skiing skills. We skied down, eventually, but the further we got, the steeper the slope seemed to be. Snowflakes blast against my face and the flakes became a flurry, then a storm. White fog was gathering all across the mountains, and you could barely see. No matter how hard I tried, I felt almost blind.
Everything disappeared. Everything, except for one thing: my Grandma’s pink, fluffy goose-down jacket, the centre of my attention, my safe haven.
I was about five years old, precariously wobbly on skis, and unable to form a single negative thought.
Over the last few years, I have often thought about these days. We had so much fun and a wonderful time. We were so familiar and happy with where, what and how we were, but no matter how hard I try to get these feelings back, I was and still am, unable to recreate these moments. Not that we are unhappy now, but still, times have changed.
I am not worried about this, because this is just how things are, how things turned out to be, but I still miss the times where we were all carefree.
-M
Who seeks will find
Lisa always felt a special connection to her grandmother and, for some reason, associated her with the pink fluffy jacket she wore when they were skiing in the mountains. She tried for years to find this specific jacket, but unfortunately nobody knew where it went. Neither her mother, nor her grandfather. So she looked for a similar one online, and after years of searching, finally found a fitting one.
Lisa
This One is About the Cold
Rosy-Red Cheeks
She was standing there amongst the endless white Austrian alps, with a confident smile and rosy-red cheeks.
The air was frosty, cold enough for every single gust of wind to burn my skin a little bit more. Even if the air was cold and I was exhausted, I felt happy. Happy standing there, in the middle of nowhere. Just me and my grandmother.
“Do you wanna stay here?” She asked. Her voice was clear, yet gentle. The kind of gentleness, only a grandmother’s voice could have. I shook my head and she laughed.
“Well, then we need to leave”, she chuckled and began the descent ahead of me. “You stay right behind me, ok?”
My knees were shaking, due to both the cold and my non-existent skiing skills. We skied down, eventually, but the further we got, the steeper the slope seemed to be. Snowflakes blast against my face and the flakes became a flurry, then a storm. White fog was gathering all across the mountains, and you could barely see. No matter how hard I tried, I felt almost blind.
Everything disappeared. Everything, except for one thing: my Grandma’s pink, fluffy goose-down jacket, the centre of my attention, my safe haven.
I was about five years old, precariously wobbly on skis, and unable to form a single negative thought.
Over the last few years, I have often thought about these days. We had so much fun and a wonderful time. We were so familiar and happy with where, what and how we were, but no matter how hard I try to get these feelings back, I was and still am, unable to recreate these moments. Not that we are unhappy now, but still, times have changed.
I am not worried about this, because this is just how things are, how things turned out to be, but I still miss the times where we were all carefree.
-M
Who seeks will find
Lisa always felt a special connection to her grandmother and, for some reason, associated her with the pink fluffy jacket she wore when they were skiing in the mountains. She tried for years to find this specific jacket, but unfortunately nobody knew where it went. Neither her mother, nor her grandfather. So she looked for a similar one online, and after years of searching, finally found a fitting one.