Natural Survival: Letter 6

Letter 6

To Mrs. E_______, America

Salekard, Dec. 15th 20___.

Aghast! What a story I have for you, sister. I request only that you shield the tale from the youth as their simple minds are apt to assumptions. I came across the most interesting of communities. Yes, I said communities, here in the arctic…where no life may continue without the boon of technology. I discovered a body of near thirty people living crudely in the Ural Mountains. Even more intriguing is that the settlement, though much improved, has existed here since 1818. The founding of this isolated community holds the most abnormal tale, yet I’ve been assured of its truth and must admit I believe them fully. I will pen down the tale this evening. For the now, we are off to hunt.

All my love,



Icicle Clutches Melt

Cold utter gloom settled

in winter’s grasp. Grey,

soiled, and tainted. A bird

chirped in morning’s glow,

the sun shone deep nutrients.

Despair turned to hope,

respite before return of icy

siege. Reality as a

snow globe. Please cease

the shaking. Let the golden

rays of better days return.

Glints of promise leads to warm

splendor. Rinsing away winter’s

cloak of sadness. Renewal.