A cool breeze rushed in through my chamber window. I could feel its chill flow over my body. It was a crisp cold, like the first breezes of spring. I rolled out from under my heavy woven blankets. I wrapped up in my chamber robe and walked out on the large balcony that hung from my chamber walls. Looking out over the castle grounds I saw the years first frost covering the grass and heather.
The morning air was filled with the sounds of the cracking trees as the sun melted the crisp white frost. The sunlight made the ground appear sugar coated. Each glorious crystal shimmered as broken glass amongst spears of emerald grass.
I looked down at my bare feet, my toes were covered in dew. I could feel these morning tears condense on my warm body, and I smiled.
I began to walk back into my chamber room, but stopped at the door. The snapping of the willow’s branches sounded in my ears. The wind had picked up, and the dear mother willow seemed to laugh at its attempts to dry her leaves.
I looked over to the father oak, his tremendous branches reached out to the sky, collecting each drop of dew for the doves. I watched as they spread their cream wings, allowing the dew to wet their feathers.
Again I smiled. I gazed sweetly at oak and willow, and walked back into my chamber room.
I lied down on the bear skins placed in front of the hearth. I dug my fingers in its deep brown fur. The smell of its heavy musk drifted around my nose. It was sweet and warm, as though these grand creatures continued to breath.
I laid my face in its bronze fur, letting its silken lanolin soften my cheeks. The fire before me crackled, it reminded me of the snapping trees in the courtyard. I watched the brilliant flames of crimson and saffron, they appeared as blood and sunlight captured in stone.
Orange heat drifted over me, drying the beads of dew. I could hear voices from outside my chamber door. They lifted and fell as the ocean tides. Their words muffled by the thick wood door.
I looked back at the fire. There was still time before the maids would come to wake me, the sun was only half over the horizon. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
If only the rest of the day was this peaceful.

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Author's Note: Ok another old story, Written May 8, 2004

Just a short little thing that came to mind one day. Actually one of my favorites. I might one day work it into a longer story, but for now it remains this little momentary thought.