Olivia Bailey (Ellis) (sensitivesoul) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-12-13 10:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | december 2010, open |
Who: Olivia Ellis and OTA
What: Taking a walk on a snowy afternoon
When: Monday afternoon; Post-school
Where: Heading away from the Elementary school
Rated: Possibly low, but depends on who takes it up.
Whoever said that you couldn't hear snow falling clearly had never had enhanced hearing.
It was one of those rare afternoons that she was letting her guard down on purpose and just walked slowly. It was a sound that wasn't entirely unlike listening to the rain only the drops fell lighter and less likely to make her immediately think that the sky was literally falling down. Rain could do that even when it wasn't pouring and would about scare her to death if she wasn't sure that the small drops wouldn't cut right through her umbrella and go through her like bullets. Common sense had taught her that much as well as plenty of memories of her father calling for her to stop playing in the rain. She hadn't always had the ability to make out the heartbeat of the person who just passed her as it went with a smooth beat that contrasted with the sound of heeled boots about every one and a half beats. Tap. Thrump. Thr-tap-ump. Thrump. Tap. She passed, probably unsure what was causing the smile on the young teacher's face. A block off there were people talking about their Christmas shopping and behind her someone humming "Baby, It's Cold Outside". It was nice taking an afternoon to not think about wrapping things up enough until January in her class or wedding planning that she wanted done by Christmas so there would be time to relax.
She knew if she kept walking though it wouldn't be too long before it would almost be faster to walk the rest of the way home and just pick up the car tomorrow than return to the school. Olivia paused for a moment looking into one of the shop windows. They'd set up a whole winter display like you only usually saw in movies and TV shows. Small toy children skating across a plastic pond and little pine trees that were all dusted over with flecks of fake snow. Another few figures seemed to be in the middle of a snowball fight. It seemed a little unlikely this was going to stick around long enough for snowballs right now, but it still made her smile to look at the little idealistic scene. Enough that it distracted her from listening to the people around her, so noticing a reflection of a face in the shop window made her jump a little before turning around to look at the person.