Calipea nestled in the snow, her small frame cocooned in layers of protective apparel. As the snowflakes tickled her nose and kissed her rosy cheeks, she stared up at the beautiful dance of the falling snow. The sunlight intermixed with the snowflakes, creating a prism of sparkling light above.
“I’m going to miss this place,” she whispered.
Tomorrow, Calipea will settle in at her new home. A land much different from her current one. A home where the sun’s always shining, the temperature is just perfect, and the atmosphere warm and pleasant. She hadn’t expected to fall in love with the weather, the people, and the beach. A lifetime of rugged mountains, frigid temperatures and snow-covered roads had been enough for her growing up. This was her home. She knew no different and didn’t want to.
All of her friends couldn’t wait to “escape” the chilling boundaries that enclosed them. To get as far away as their skis could take them. Not her. Calipea yearned for the chilled air against her face as she raced down the snow-capped mountain. The freedom. The allure. The independence. Nothing else calmed her like strapping on a pair of skis and hitting the slopes. The power in her hands, she zipped passed trees and sped towards her destination.
At thirty-three years of age, this lifelong snow bunny watched the flakes trickle through her fingers and readied herself to say goodbye. She brushed off the snow from her thermal jacket, wrapped the knit scarf tight around her neck, and headed back to the cabin. She still had plenty of packing to do before tonight’s Bon Voyage bonfire. As sure as she was that she’d get homesick for this winter wonderland, she also knew that if she didn’t move to California now then she never would.