The Lonely Winter

In the ur-times, before tick learned to tock and before feet learned to walk, Winter was lonely. Winter walked across the land that Behemoth had made, and skated across the oceans of Leviathan, and was alone. None of the other Things wanted to spend time with Winter.

Winter was cold, and harsh. Winter was unyeilding. To walk in the shadow of Winter was to struggle, and all the Things were far too busy preparing for the arrival of Time to struggle with Winter.

And so Winter was lonely. So lonely that he began to weep. And as his tears streamed out and floated around him, they froze in his cold and became Snow. So as Winter sat atop the world and wept, snow fell all around him in a dazzling, hypnotic dance. Snow swirled and whirled around Winter, lost in the frolic of creation. And Winter was so lonely that he did not see what he had made.

Finally Snow stopped, and hung in the air. It paused, and asked Winter "Why do you weep?"

Winter was surprised to hear something speaking to him.

"I weep because I am lonely."

"But you are not alone, Winter." And snow billowed up around Winter tightly. "I will travel with you wherever you go, Winter."

And Winter was happy, and the two of them travelled the world forever more, hand in hand.