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===== [[include component:preview text=//A star is the most simple thing I consider beautiful.//]] ===== [[>]] [[module Rate]] [[/>]] [[include :scp-wiki:theme:black-highlighter-theme]] [[include :scp-wiki:theme:onko-sinulla-nalka-theme]] + **Talviset Ajatukseni** This is my, AgentCheese's gift for [[*user YoYoFlux]]! I want to start with a short, mostly real story (that functions as justification for using the CSS), the rest is poetry. ---- **Hirvi** When I was a child, I lived in the woods for a few years. I had lived in a city before, but my family decided that we didn't have enough room (also, my mother loves gardening), so we moved out. It was mostly awesome, our house was large, formerly belonging to eccentric artists and built in the 70s, so we had many oddities like a circular room with blue walls, a weird red sofa, a window facing upwards and a round table in the middle.[[footnote]] Good for boardgames. [[/footnote]] One of our bathrooms was entirely orange. There was a beatiful, but odd japanese painting of a rooster nailed to the wall. Our garden was enormous and you could really see the stars at night, since the nearest city was far away. There were many things like that. When I say woods, I mean it. I didn't know the name of the place where I lived, I just said I lived in Waylong,[[footnote]] Fake name, obviously [[/footnote]] which was the nearest place with a grocery store. It was a few kilometres away. I had //very// few neighbours (closest lived 50 meters away), though a lot of wildlife. I regularly saw deer, vipers, mouses, ravens, lynxes, foxes and more. We also had our own little lake, where you could see the shadows of fish at summer, and could iceskate in winter. As I said, awesome. But there were two things I didn't like. First, my schoolride became 30 kilometers longer and took 45 minutes more, though we live in Finland, so I could still take the bus, luckily. Second, the mooses. The finnish word for moose is "Hirvi". The finnish word for terrible is "Hirveä". Pretty similar, as you might notice. I don't consider it a coincidence. We had mooses. They were only really seen at night or early in the morning, but their presence was always felt. They were the only true danger. One particular early morning, I was on my way to the busstop. It was very dark, but I had a decent front-facing light on my bike. Suddenly, I saw movements in the forest to my left. I stopped, partly out of fear, partly of out foolishness but partly because I was curious. A large shadowy figure approached out of the trees. It was a moose. I tried to look small and non-threatening, without moving too much. It's not very easy to describe a moose, so if you've never seen one I'd google it, but it was massive, with enourmous antlers, dark brown fur and blood-speckled bulging eyes. It stopped right before me, in a way that my light hit only its face. It towered above me. I could hear it breathing, it was less than two metres away. I looked into its eyes, and I realised it was looking back. It had figured that I wasn't a threat, but it communicated suprisingly complex thoughts through its primitive stare. "You are intruders. Mankind could never survive naturally here. Something protects you from the cold winds. I do not know what it is. But it doesn't protect you from us. We have been here before you. We endure the cold, we do not hide from it like cowards. We see your lights and comforts from the darkness. You cannot understand. The protections you have also brings ignorance. You do not see the other ape-like creatures. You do not hear their whispers. You do not feel the hunger. You can not experience the truly terrible." I could see fear in its eyes. It knew something I didn't. Then, it turned and ran away. When I told my parents about it, I got a car ride to the busstop for the rest of the time we lived there. Hope you liked that story! ---- [[>]] **Simpler than snow** The wind plays with my hair Dances around without care Snow descends on my face Winter, the oldest of days [[/>]] ---- **The Mousekeeper's Haiku** Under the soft snow The Mousekeeper scurries about Tending its garden ---- [[>]] **Long-gone playful things** A deer ran through the woods Hopping shockingly high Its antlers reach for the sky Brushes against branches, They grasp for it But yet the deer doesn't stop It continues, the young buck doesn't seem to mind that the antlers are stuck a few metres up Long after I see them and wonder: why? [[/>]] ---- **Winterwatcher** I walked the frozen road, as it was snowing silently. The shadow-whispers retreated, when I took your hand, something unknown was watching, it had noticed us. Two very wary children walking home in the winter night, way out in the woods. ---- [[>]] **Odotus** I sat on the busstop next to the motorway Only a thousand meters from my childhood I felt warm, while the winter was gray Even though it shouldn't it put me in a good mood The World was dying, I knew it was that way But it was still waiting for me So I didn't take the bus that day [[/>]] ---- **You** The chilly softness of the white crystals wasn't enough. The Blue Tit, resting against the branches of the Birch wasn't enough. The squirrels playing on the frozen lake ice wasn't enough. The footsteps of the Moose by our little garden wasn't enough But you too saw those things and I saw your smiles and then I was happy. ---- [[>]] **The Sunmists** I saw the Northern Lights They're gray and dull Like smooth clouds In the dark night But they writhe and pulsate Like waves unseen from below. A Heartbeat from the sky. [[/>]] ---- + ##White| **.**## The stars were beautiful Terrible and powerful yet now are the sights simple points of lights I seldom look up, what a shame I bet a thousand thousand years ago Something else thought the same ---- [[>]] **Nightplay**[[footnote]] //I wrote this one when I was a child, probably about 11, so quite a while back. This is a translated version, but I thought I would share.// [[/footnote]] The light dances its playful dance. It is golden and has a strange shine. If you take a walk on this snowy night, you will find a magical little treasure. A lit lantern, on a lonely grave With a faint scent of beach and sea. The old moonman up there looks down Sees the little light and smiles. One last happy memory lives on Of what has we still have and what is already gone. The lights spin happily around, Jumping and laughing in a ring. Although the night is cold and the wind blows far The lamp lights up like a small shooting star. [[/>]] //Merry christmas!//