1. Fingers of Frost 02/04/2022
The sun poured diamonds upon the land. The trees wore their best crystals as the girl entered the forest. The last night’s snow gave each limb definition; sculptures of powdery flakes lay in soft mounds upon the earthen floor. The forest was alive with light.
The girl {touched crisp bark}, breathed in pungent brisk air. The frost was manifest silence.
{A cardinal flashed in front of her eyes. Its deep red matched her red hooded coat.}
She looked up. Sunlight gifted the earth crimson lavender skies as it left for the day. A sliver of moon was sleeping on its back; it looked incongruous in this grove of bark-clad giants, as if a scrap of sky was smiling.
In the meager moonlight the girl looked down at her hands—and notice silhouettes of graceful bare branches upon them. She spied slim knotted glyphs; wings fluttered all around her. There are wolves here, she thought, and those frost-demons of folklore…they will come at with me with icicles of magic…
Frightened, not understanding the frigid calligraphy upon her person, she looked back up—
And understood the forest was exploring her.
I am also telling some 1-minute Buddhist tales. Here’s one of my favorites, called The Other Side.