Walking through the thick crystallized snow, birds tweet to their morning dew song. The path that led up to the hill, was all ready cleared from the snow and shoved to the edges making little barriers on the sides. The branches reached out like hands and lichen that crawls up to the stem of the tree scrapping and poking my coat.

I climbed up the hill, trying not to slip over and go all the way back down. Then I saw it… A long wobbly Scarlet rope. I was confused, even my face showed it to. Cautiously, I stepped slowly towards it keeping my guards up for any unexpected things. Looking up, the rope looked like it was going on for ever up in the polluted, blue sky I got close and poked it. It wobbled, dangled and flailed side to side but nothing happened. I stepped back… still nothing happened. I got close again, and slapped it with the palm of my hand. A tingle and a ring broke out then it became faint very quickly and suddenly silence.