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Snow Over (Narrative)
The City was fast realizing that maybe snow wasn't as terrific as it had thought. Sure, it looked pretty neat and it was all crisp and white and pretty. Until somebody walked in it. Or drove their car over it. Then it turned disgusting shades of brownish gray. It looked depressing and sad, and not to mention it made the City feel a little sick.
There was also the fact that snow was very very cold. It supposed it hadn't noticed before because it'd been so infatuated with the ice flakes. But it was really cold. And wet. The City found itself shivering a lot of the time. Sluggish and unwilling to do much of anything. It wanted to do that thing that bears did where they sleep all winter and don't do anything but maybe give birth to some baby bears.
The City decided it had had enough of the snow. No more snow. It wanted it's warm spring days back. It wanted to see kids running around in the park. It wanted to see people swimming. It wanted to have nothing at all more to do with gray skies and cold wet white ground.
Okay, so it'd been sort of fun, making the snow pile up as high as it'd gotten. It wouldn't go as high as the Wayne Tower's top, but it had gotten pretty far. That was a feat. But it was one that held no more joy or glee for The City.
So, as fast as it could, The City melted the snow. Leaving everything clean and shiny and sparkly. There was no trace of the snow when it was done. All the melted snow flowed perfectly into the waters surrounding the city itself, leaving no puddles, and no trace.
There would never be snow again, as far as it was concerned.
There was also the fact that snow was very very cold. It supposed it hadn't noticed before because it'd been so infatuated with the ice flakes. But it was really cold. And wet. The City found itself shivering a lot of the time. Sluggish and unwilling to do much of anything. It wanted to do that thing that bears did where they sleep all winter and don't do anything but maybe give birth to some baby bears.
The City decided it had had enough of the snow. No more snow. It wanted it's warm spring days back. It wanted to see kids running around in the park. It wanted to see people swimming. It wanted to have nothing at all more to do with gray skies and cold wet white ground.
Okay, so it'd been sort of fun, making the snow pile up as high as it'd gotten. It wouldn't go as high as the Wayne Tower's top, but it had gotten pretty far. That was a feat. But it was one that held no more joy or glee for The City.
So, as fast as it could, The City melted the snow. Leaving everything clean and shiny and sparkly. There was no trace of the snow when it was done. All the melted snow flowed perfectly into the waters surrounding the city itself, leaving no puddles, and no trace.
There would never be snow again, as far as it was concerned.