Introduction

Some introductions are memorable. Some are incredibly scripted and are forever quoted and requoted until the end of time. Some are iconic and considered legendary. Some introductions of fictional characters are so flamboyant for the means of "aura farming," as the kids say these days. Alas, I fear my own introduction will be incredibly disappointing now.

Like many people around this globe we call Earth, I pursued a college education and earned a respectable degree. I did not specifically study writing, but I always felt a natural inclination towards the craft. A hobby that soon became a passion, which was then noticed by a few of my friends, teachers, and professors over the years. It's been a while, but it is their past encouragement, and some late-night delusion, that now motivates me to finally publicly share some of my works.

I must confess that I am more accustomed to traditional, academic writing. I do not have much experience with creative writing. However, I often get many ideas for short stories and even books during late nights and even during random moments of my day. One such story came to me during the early morning, just before sunrise. But it wasn't until noon that I had a better idea of where the story should go.

The following story is inspired by the occurring winter storm that has covered the East Coast of the United States. I have entitled it "Snow's Path." It is set from the perspective of a lost dog who easily blends into the snow.

"Snow's Path" by Angie Tejada

During my journey, I have encountered many who look like her. But none held that shine found only in her eyes. Many kind hands help to warm me as I walk through the town. But none dare invite me into their dwellings. For their homes are not mine. And I am not in search of a new home.

Some strangers look upon me with a sense of pity or concern. Perhaps they thought I was an unwanted misfit on the streets. I am small. But I am no runt. I do not need the sadness of strangers. For I know my place in the world. What these strangers don't know is the truth. That I am no misfit. That I am very much loved. Lost perhaps. But loveless I am not.

I do not know how many days have passed since I lost sight of her. It feels as if many moons have passed. But perhaps there is a difference between my feelings and the reality in which I now live. There is little need to worry about trivial things such as time. For right now, my goal is my journey. The journey to find my way back to her loving hands that once carved me a home.

"Snow!" The strangers will call out. The ground and sky were covered in white, matching my body. But none looked for me. They all looked up. They all looked to the sky as frozen rain drifted and piled onto the ground. Pretty flakes falling from fluffy clouds. I trudged along, creating my own path in the cold ground of white.

"Snow!" Another called. But this time, eyes weren't looking toward the heavens. Familiar eyes found mine. Alas, I was finally called. There wasn't much thought after that. My paws pounded across the vast field. Happy cheers escaped my lips.

I didn't need to sniff her to tell it was her. But I did anyway. Her scent fills me with a sense of peace and safety. For once, there was no lingering sadness. Just pure joy of reunion. And home.

I could've easily walked another long journey. But when she picked me up and cradled me toward her warmth, I didn't protest. I went very willingly and very happily. It was in her arms that I stayed for this journey.

Perhaps when I wake up tomorrow, we can create a path together. But for now, I have seen enough of the world. And maybe the world has seen enough of me. For now, I will enjoy my world here at home.

THE END