i want to animate this puppet but i think there is more of a story than i thought. it needs to be explored.

The weather reflects the state my life is in.

If only it would snow. A nice white blanket to cover up the bleak view out

my window. No more brown and grey. When it snows it gets cold outside. Really

cold. It bites your face, takes your breath away. When there is snow in the air and

on the ground, you know that its winter.

Right now the calendar says its winter. But it won’t snow. Trees are bare

and puddles are frozen in the mud. In the air…I can smell…a tease of spring. It

comes from someplace far off in the wind. Warm air brushes my face, and I can

smell the future. The birds can smell it too. I know because when it’s warm like

this they sing in the trees outside my window.

It should be winter. The calendar says so! But still it wont snow, it’s not

anything. Just bleak brown and grey all over. It’s not one or the other. It’s caught

in the middle somewhere.

I look at my windows, covered in plastic to keep out the cold. I picture

them open (its warm outside) letting in a soft breeze and the sound of crickets in

the night. I can only see this for a second, my body remembering what its like to

be warm. In reality my windows are cold and black. They wont be open for a long

time. My floor is littered with the junk I don’t have time to deal with all week.

Music doesn’t sound so sweet, sitting here alone, in the cold.

I’d rather throw a blanket over my head and forget about it. But I must

keep on. I have to keep going. There is always the promise of spring.