by Dewy Morris

Created on: November 19, 2008

Alone and cold in the early morning fog with a dampness that would soak any lightweight jacket to the bone; Janie made her way up the hill to the crest of the ridge on Black Foot Mountain. Just as she topped the ridge the sun made its debut just above the horizon on this crisp cold Friday morning. The sun was certainly welcomed in contrast to the cold air that penetrated her jacket which gave her chills that made her spine quiver in spite of her mussels contracting because of the temperature. The fog was dense with no signs of being lifted anytime soon. It was late December and winter was fast approaching. Not a leaf on a tree nowhere; it was still, quiet and ghostly uninhabitable, devoid of any life at all. Now she knew what the winter solstice really brought; deathan eerie feeling she never felt before. Not that she was accustomed to keeping the tradition and celebration of the scared time, when the sun is said to have died and will return within three days; but, that feeling of unimaginable separation from everything you hold so dear. She was alone, cold and separated from everything and everyone.

She grabbed a hold of tree limb to gain stable footing as she stepped up on top of the ridge and pulled herself up. By this time the sun was up but hidden behind the gathering dark clouds, she knew the snow would begin to fall soon. She looked down at the ground to be sure of her footing when suddenly a fury creature brushed up against her leg and startled her. The creature was fat with its fur matted down from being wet; his tail looked as if it were a paddle that could be used to row a boat with. Janie looked intently at the odd sight of this little animal with a stick in his mouth without a care in the world going about its business. "Excuse me." She said as if the creature with the matted down fur would have actually cared if she or he either one had run into each other. He didn't seem to pay any attention to her or give heed that anything might be important enough to stop and check out the situation. As she turned to make her way to find the trail that she had gotten off of just before dawn she heard a strange sound at her feet as if someone were clearing their throat before stepping up to a microphone to make a speech for the first time. She looked down and saw the same matted down fat fury little creature that had brushed up against her earlier. They just stared at each other what seem like hours but for only a few seconds. "Well Janie said: "what do you

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