One Winter's night

Katie O`Hara

As I stared out of a large single window the light was dying slowly in a great gleam without colour, framed rigidly in the gathering shades of the room. I was staring at hard at a leaf, dangling from a twig, its stalk torn across by the wind. Only the green tough skin of the stalk, held suspended. As the leaf reminded me, I would never see the green trees shed there leaves again and nor could I once again be a part of the tree. In the distance I can see the evergreens bent from a hard night of snow, there branches glistening in the twilight sky. A cold wind howls in the distance rattling against my window, winter used to bring hope, where we used to spent hours around the warmth of the fire, now winter brings solitude and once again I am reminded that I may never see the freshly fallen snow under a fall moon or the children laugh as they make a snowman as I once did. The room smelt of disinfectant, making me nauseas and queasy, and I couldn’t help but think back to th...