hot flame that roil about. Christmas spirit should be running happily through the air, as carols float hastily on the frostbitten breeze, voices streaming from chapped lips, noses running and red from cold.
Instead, this horrific scene unfolds below me. The men, women, and children are lined up barefoot against a wall. Within seconds, blood stains the ground, and bodies collapse face first as their spirits shoot upward into the heavens. I watch as their souls climb higher and higher around me, and I can see more clearly the pain these people witnessed in their last few hours. I also see the comings of frostbite on the bare feet of children.
Sadness crashes over me to know that I witnessed the pain of these innocent people in their last minutes. My wonderful snow caused frostbite and pneumonia instead of snowball fights and fun. Then it comes, and tears roll forth streaking down to the world below, foot after foot of its soft fluffiness blankets everything in its path, covering up the evil, covering the blood-stained ground, covering bodies that still hold emotion plain in their eyes, covering the treacherous grasps of the deep smog. Nothing can stop me tonight.
Sean Callin is 14. She is a student at the Academy for Technology and the Classics.