InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sketches ❯ First Snow ( Chapter 7 )

This piece received 1st place for iyfic_contest's challenge of “Snow.”

 

Summary: An introspective Inuyasha . . .

 

First Snow

 

The first snow of the season. He could smell it coming; the air was becoming lighter and cleaner. Anticipation hung in the air - the kind that always comes before the snow. “Yes,” he thought, “this is good.”

 

He jumped up onto his favorite branch and settled in, pulling his arms and knees close to his body. The wind picked up slightly, turning his cheeks pink and blowing his hair about his face. “This is the best time of all,” he thought, “when the sun goes down, and the whole world stills; as if it were under a spell.”

 

The first snowflake of the season drifted across his sight, and he smiled. “We will get a lot of snow tonight,” he thought. It was almost like starting over with a clean slate, when you wake up to a fresh coat of snow. It seems to wash away all of the troubles from the day before, and makes even the most humble tree shine with beauty.

 

He allowed himself to think back to his earliest memory - playing in the snow with his father. Or at least, he thought it was his father. He remembers the brisk coldness, the incredible brightness of the snow, and the happiness he felt. There were strong hands that pulled him up from the snow, a deep laugh, and a warm body to snuggle against. That had to be his favorite memory in his life - the exuberance of something new to explore, the feeling of being loved, and the crisp, clean smell of the first snow. “Yes,” he thought, “the first snow will always smell like Father.”