His inspection comes to a sudden stop when the youngster abruptly grabs hold of his frozen hands. Warmth emitting from the winter gloves rushes over him, sending waves of nervous trembles through every part of his body.
“Liar! Your hands feel like icicles!” The youngster pouts. “What were you thinking, anyway? Coming to Birchwood wearing that?” “‘Birchwood’?” He repeats the word slowly, letting the syllables run through his tongue. “What’s that?”
The boy chuckles. “That’s where we are, mister!”
His legs break into a run when the youngster suddenly pulls him through the clearing, laughter echoing from branch to branch. They stop at a ledge of a valley overviewing the entire community. There, backed up by the forest, approached by the open air and surprisingly warm rays of sunlight, he cannot help but gasp aloud at the revealing scenery. Parts of the icy mist and snow are finally melting away. Green sprouts of wild grass and flowers lazily raise their heads and stretch their flattened bodies. Rows and rows of residual homes come into his view, and the busy noises of the streets and nearby highways are already finding their way to his sensitive hearing.
A large lake cuts into the middle of the town without mercy, and the people of Birchwood are seen crossing its frozen surface through a sky bridge. Adventurous Children and adults alike skate through the ice with glee and familiarity, circling the fishing boats and the ancient docks trapped within. The stores on both banks of the lake are roaring with life; visitors and locals join together in the town’s many shops and restaurants. An inviting atmosphere resonates throughout the community, and he, for one, instantly longs to take part.
“Welcome to Birchwood, mister!” The boy proclaims. “Boy, I sure hope you like eternal winter! We only have, what, four months of spring and summer mushed together? But we do manage pretty well, and people visit all the time for nature tours in the forest. I’d say that’s a good bonus.”
“…” His teeth chatter. The cold wind of the woods rushes against his exposed body parts as his eyes start to fill with tears.
~~~~~~ Ohhh What's this? Update on a weekday? You bet this is!
His inspection comes to a sudden stop when the youngster abruptly grabs hold of his frozen hands. Warmth emitting from the winter gloves rushes over him, sending waves of nervous trembles through every part of his body.
“Liar! Your hands feel like icicles!” The youngster pouts. “What were you thinking, anyway? Coming to Birchwood wearing that?” “‘Birchwood’?” He repeats the word slowly, letting the syllables run through his tongue. “What’s that?”
The boy chuckles. “That’s where we are, mister!”
His legs break into a run when the youngster suddenly pulls him through the clearing, laughter echoing from branch to branch. They stop at a ledge of a valley overviewing the entire community. There, backed up by the forest, approached by the open air and surprisingly warm rays of sunlight, he cannot help but gasp aloud at the revealing scenery. Parts of the icy mist and snow are finally melting away. Green sprouts of wild grass and flowers lazily raise their heads and stretch their flattened bodies. Rows and rows of residual homes come into his view, and the busy noises of the streets and nearby highways are already finding their way to his sensitive hearing.
A large lake cuts into the middle of the town without mercy, and the people of Birchwood are seen crossing its frozen surface through a sky bridge. Adventurous Children and adults alike skate through the ice with glee and familiarity, circling the fishing boats and the ancient docks trapped within. The stores on both banks of the lake are roaring with life; visitors and locals join together in the town’s many shops and restaurants. An inviting atmosphere resonates throughout the community, and he, for one, instantly longs to take part.
“Welcome to Birchwood, mister!” The boy proclaims. “Boy, I sure hope you like eternal winter! We only have, what, four months of spring and summer mushed together? But we do manage pretty well, and people visit all the time for nature tours in the forest. I’d say that’s a good bonus.”
“…” His teeth chatter. The cold wind of the woods rushes against his exposed body parts as his eyes start to fill with tears.
~~~~~~ Ohhh What's this? Update on a weekday? You bet this is!
Great!
What are . . . "residual homes"? Do you mean "residential"?
His inspection comes to a sudden stop when the youngster abruptly grabs hold of his frozen hands. Warmth emitting from the winter gloves rushes over him, sending waves of nervous trembles through every part of his body.
“Liar! Your hands feel like icicles!” The youngster pouts. “What were you thinking, anyway? Coming to Birchwood wearing that?” “‘Birchwood’?” He repeats the word slowly, letting the syllables run through his tongue. “What’s that?”
The boy chuckles. “That’s where we are, mister!”
His legs break into a run when the youngster suddenly pulls him through the clearing, laughter echoing from branch to branch. They stop at a ledge of a valley overviewing the entire community. There, backed up by the forest, approached by the open air and surprisingly warm rays of sunlight, he cannot help but gasp aloud at the revealing scenery. Parts of the icy mist and snow are finally melting away. Green sprouts of wild grass and flowers lazily raise their heads and stretch their flattened bodies. Rows and rows of residential homes come into his view, and the busy noises of the streets and nearby highways are already finding their way to his sensitive hearing.
A large lake cuts into the middle of the town without mercy, and the people of Birchwood are seen crossing its frozen surface through a sky bridge. Adventurous Children and adults alike skate through the ice with glee and familiarity, circling the fishing boats and the ancient docks trapped within. The stores on both banks of the lake are roaring with life; visitors and locals join together in the town’s many shops and restaurants. An inviting atmosphere resonates throughout the community, and he, for one, instantly longs to take part.
“Welcome to Birchwood, mister!” The boy proclaims. “Boy, I sure hope you like eternal winter! We only have, what, four months of spring and summer mushed together? But we do manage pretty well, and people visit all the time for nature tours in the forest. I’d say that’s a good bonus.”
“…” His teeth chatter. The cold wind of the woods rushes against his exposed body parts as his eyes start to fill with tears.
~~~~~~ Ohhh What's this? Update on a weekday? You bet this is!
Great!
What are . . . "residual homes"? Do you mean "residential"?
Ooops I typed the wrong word. Dx
Thank you for catching that! That must've destroyed the scene.
*** “Welcome to Birchwood, mister!” The boy proclaims. “Boy, I sure hope you like eternal winter! We only have, what, four months of spring and summer mushed together? But we do manage pretty well, and people visit all the time for nature tours in the forest. I’d say that’s a good bonus.”
“…” His teeth chatter. The cold wind of the woods rushes against his exposed body parts as his eyes start to fill with tears.
~~~~~~ Ohhh What's this? Update on a weekday? You bet this is!
That sounds so pretty!! And a lot like Norway.
YAS!! (Why does everyone update their stories on the days I'm not on the screen?! XD )
*** “Welcome to Birchwood, mister!” The boy proclaims. “Boy, I sure hope you like eternal winter! We only have, what, four months of spring and summer mushed together? But we do manage pretty well, and people visit all the time for nature tours in the forest. I’d say that’s a good bonus.”
“…” His teeth chatter. The cold wind of the woods rushes against his exposed body parts as his eyes start to fill with tears.
~~~~~~ Ohhh What's this? Update on a weekday? You bet this is!
That sounds so pretty!! And a lot like Norway.
YAS!! (Why does everyone update their stories on the days I'm not on the screen?! XD )
I want to go to Norway . . . or any of the Scandinavian countries.
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And a lot like Norway. ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
(Why does everyone update their stories on the days I'm not on the screen?! XD 