REFLECTIONS
——-The bathroom tiles are cold on these winter mornings.
——-The hazy sunlight filters through the sycamore branches outside the window, creating
dancing shadows on the wall behind me.
——-A glimmer of light in the reflection of the mirror, and for a second it’s you.
——-But then a cloud comes and turns the party away.
——-The water’s cold feels more abrasive now that you’re gone.
——-It’s getting harder to pretend everything is okay, but my little routine helps.
——-I wonder if my toothbrush gets lonely now.
——-It snowed last night. The wind was howling – yearning – maybe it’s also looking for
someone it’s lost.
——-When the flakes stop tumbling down, the sun breaks through and casts a
brilliant – almost blinding – light.
——-And now everything is still, all sound is muffled.
——-I wander through my day in a haze, the only evidence of my presence new tracks in
the snow.
——-Despite the cold and the silence, the snow is a welcoming blanket over the world,
saying ‘shh, you may rest now child, you may rest.’
——-The snow always makes me feel like a little kid again; as if every painful thing has
washed away and I am new.
——-A rebirth like in the fables; an angel descending from the heavens and planting a kiss
on my forehead, washing away my impurities.
——-But I wake and realise those battered and broken halves are what make me whole.
——-I return home weary but filled with a childish sense of hope. The bathroom tiles are
still cold, but the extra space is nice.
——-And I can finally take a breath.
Freya Furjan
Year 12
Wellington Girls’ College
