The Harmony of the Seasons

"A dream is where we all started," that is what they say. But that girl, she started out of curiosity for a boy she met in town. Hair as orange as maple leaves, his eyes as brown as the bark found on trees. Mesmerizing, stunning as if she saw a maple spirit right in front of her very eyes. She felt feelings she can only express through the piano sitting in the middle of the red field.

Her fingers glided like the breeze that wisps through the gentleman's hair and the soft, lush tune linger in the air like the sound of his heartfelt laughter. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the music she is creating, hugging her and creating a bond; a bond she hoped to have with that young boy. It was as if he knew him for a long time but alas, that do not happen right?

One might say it is impossible for a wist to come true, but fate says otherwise. In the forest, so very red where winter does not end, sits a mansion where the little boy enjoys that warmth of laighter with the little girl that brought color to such lifeless winter. Her breah may be as cold and gloomy as the winter snow, but her eyes and heart were as bright as the sun that pierced the sad skies. In the heart of the mansion lies a piano, lonely sitting on its throne. Calling out for the warmth of the girl, she listened to its whipers and played. He watched her as she smiled unfazed by the cold winter air.

It was as if they have their own little world; no worries, no doubts, no nothing. Just him, her, and the white blanket covering the terrain. "May this day never end," he whispered in the air and the words were carried by the gentle sounds coming from the piano. But as the sun sets and the moon rises, they too shall separate.

Such separation is only for a night as they will soon see each other to do the things they did before that night. That slept and dreamed beautifully, humming in their sleep, the melody and harmony they have created during the day was pinned and stuck in the ears of their heart. Tomorrow came and it was another day to see a friend so peculiar, yet so ordinary; so out of this world, yet so earthly. So unique thay missing a day without him would make the summer as cold as the winter in the forest where they made such harmony. She smiled and brought cookies, "It would bring joy and excitement in our meeting." She exclaimed so happily and so eagerly as she walked happily towards the forest where winter never really ends.

Behind her, her mother looked from afar and frowned. "When will she stop going into the forest?" She thought. She's seen her daughter laugh without talking to anyone, and play the piano without the instrument. She was talking to the air and going on and on about meeting the orange-haired boy in the forest. She tried to talk sense into her but it was to no use. She's a helpless case, another one added to the people that have gone insane after seeing the so-called maple spirit.