Advent Calendar: Door/Türchen #4

© Friggs Photography

© Friggs Photography

Es war mal wieder ein milder Winter.
Woran man das am besten sah?
Die Blumen dachten schon wieder es sei Frühling.
Vor ein paar Tagen hatte es geschneit und eine dicke, fluffige Schicht war liegen geblieben, aber das störte die Blumen im Vorgartenbeet kein bisschen.

Durch den Schnee hindurch kämpften sie sich ihren Weg ins Licht.
Vielleicht hatten sie aber auch den Schnee abgeschüttelt sobald er gelandet war.
Sie wusste es nicht genau.

Was sie aber wusste, war, dass all der schöne Schnee bald nur noch ein Haufen Matsch sein und alles andere als hübsch aussehen würde.
Wirklich durchgängige Winter gab es ja nicht mehr.
Winter in denen man auf Seen und sogar auf Flüssen oder am Meeresrand spazieren gehen  oder Schlittschuh laufen konnte.
Es hatte sogar Jahre gegeben, da konnte man mit dem Auto auf einen zugefrorenen Fluss fahren.
Aber diese Art von Winter gab es kaum noch.
Jetzt dachten die Blumen schon Anfang Dezember es sei wieder an der Zeit zu blühen und zu erwachen.

Sie fand das schrecklich.
Den letzten Rauch auspustend, zerdrückte sie ihre Zigarette auf der Treppenstufe und stand auf um sich den Mantel zurecht zuziehen.
Es war milder als sie es aus ihrer Kindheit kannte, aber das hieß nicht, dass es nicht noch immer zu kalt war.

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It was a mild winter again.
What gave this away?
The flowers already thought it was spring.
A couple of days ago it had snowed and a thick, fluffy layer had stayed, but that didn’t bother the flowers in the front garden bed at all.

Through the snow they had fought their way into the light.
Maybe they already shook off the snow as soon as it had landed.
She didn’t really know.

What she did know was that the lovely snow would soon be just a pile of mud and not even remotely look anything beautiful.
There simply weren’t any constant winters any more.
Winters during which you could go for a walk or ice skating on a sea and even river or at the hem of the sea.
There even had been years were you could drive your car onto a frozen river.
But this kind of winter rarely happened these days.
Now the flowers thought it would already be time to blossom and awake in the beginning of December.

She thought this was awful.
Blowing out the last smoke, she crushed her cigarette on the step of the staircase and stood up to adjust her coat.
It was milder than she remembered from her childhood, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still too cold.

Behind the Scenes

I hope you enjoyed the fourth story.

Where the character from the first one reminded me of Fairy, this one reminds me of Black Kat. We had several conversations were we sat on the short staircase leading to the back entrance of the house she lives in, where she would smoke and then extinguish the cigarette in a similar manner as the character. Besides the complaining sounds like something she might be complaining about herself.😀

PoiSonPaiNter

© For the story by me and for the picture by Friggs Photography. Do not use or repost either without my or her permission.

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