Good Times; Bad Times

[A classic fable with a twist]

Summer’s here. The sun shines on nature’s wonders, grass grows green and proud, and the land is filled with life.

The ant works hard, as she must prepare for the upcoming winter. She does little but pick up small pieces of grass or fallen leafs during the day, and by nighttime she must rest, for another day of collecting goods is on its way. Pity she has no time to enjoy summer – to smell the freshly cur grass, or feel the warmth of the sunlight on her skin.

The grasshopper loves summer. He wouldn’t dare not to spend every waking minute enjoying summer – smelling the freshly cut grass, and feeling the warmth of the sunlight on his skin. He does nothing to prepare for winter. The current summer is way too important to worry about that.

Winter’s here. White has conquered the lands, and snow flakes are now part of the air everyone breathes. The landscape is dull and lifeless.

The ant has an easy life. She spends her days locked away, far from the threatening cold. She’s proud of herself, as she has collected enough goods to last through the entire cold season. She’s bored. She wishes she had this amount of free time during summer: a season she could relish. She’s not happy.

The grasshopper has a rough life during winter. Supplies are rare when snow owns the landscape. He must dedicate day and night to find enough to survive. There’s no time to hate winter. There’s no time to miss summer.

“For Well You Know That It’s a Fool…”

["...who plays it cool by making his world a little colder". Need I say more?]

Kitchens are usually messy, but never this much. This kitchen was such a mess, do dirty, so disorganized, that most things were in the last place you’d look for them. And those who were in the right place, well… poor them.

The mess was so much that you wouldn’t be surprised to find knifes in the pot drawer, napkins in the fridge, or the ladle triumphant on top of the microwave. And this is how the ice cube met the match. He fell in love instantly. He couldn’t resist her gorgeous set of red hair, her slim figure, or her tanned skin color.

Yet, their love was still going unnurtured. Not because she wouldn’t take him, not even because he couldn’t help but melt down every time he spent time with her, but because of something worse.

“It’s all their fault” he thought, “Theirs and their judging eyes’. Can’t they see that I enjoy melting down? Don’t they know that love makes that to everyone? What do glasses know about love? They spend their whole life locked out in a cupboard with one an other. It’s just so easy for them” But he couldn’t help but surrender to the whispered gossips. And so he spent hid days in the freezer, far away from his love, dreaming about a perfect world where ice cubes and matches could share their love for one another.

Until, on one of the many sleepless nights, the ice cube escaped the freezer to meet with his love. And so, as the match lit her gorgeous set of hair up and the ice cube melt down, the entire kitchen woke up to the dim light that was their love. The judging eyes would no longer bother the ice cube, for now, well now he is water.