Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Broken Doll

The snow was so silent as the gentle flakes gracefully fluttered randomly from the light grey sky above, yet Molly Sternbottom could hear their soft wistful presence as they took their rightful place on the white mounds of earth below. Their purpose was so clear and undeceiving as each flake quietly floated down from its dark and cold origin above…like sweet and gentle kisses from God…entwined in a seamless quilt of pure white symmetry covering the earth with its beauty. Nothing could be more perfect…nothing could be more true than the innocence and grace of newly fallen snow. And no matter how many winters Molly Sternbottom spent in this world she would never grow tired of watching its elegance selflessly bring joy to her quiet little world.
            Molly had lived in Colorado her entire life. Snow was nothing new to her…but despite everyone else’s desperate loathing of the snow she looked forward to it. Somehow it brought her a peace that the typically chaotic world around her couldn’t offer.

1 comment:

  1. This book sounds like it would be right up my alley. I am fascinated with Colorado.