Snowglobe

The swirling snow glinted in the sunlight as the snowglobe sat on the polished burgundy shelf the ice sculpture in the globe glinted like a diamond after it had been polished the the rays of sunlight molded around the sculpture like clay molds to a shape. The glass was so smooth and cold it sent shivers down my spine the base of the globe was carved blue hued type of wood that smelt like freshly cut pine wood. As i sat in the darkness of my despair i looked at this globe it would give me a renwed sense of energy which made me know i could go on to the next day. When i left for school i sent one last look to the snowglobe this was the first time i had noticed what was actually inside of it this snowglobe held the perfect ice sculpture of an enraged tiger as i looked into its eyes i could feel the rage of the animal transfer into my own soul it felt like it was bubbling over i had to use all my will to tear my gaze away from the tiger. Even as i was sitting on the school bus i still remembered those eyes burning into my very soul. I ran to my room with so much rage inside why was life so unfair it seemed like everyone had been a jerk to me as i sent a quick glance towards the globe i saw that instead of a tiger inside it was an angel in perfect harmony. When i stared at its glinting wings, sparkling crown, and sapphire eyes i felt a perfect peace creep over me making me feel like everyone thing would be okay. As the felling of sleep started to fog my mind the one thing i could still feel was that perfect harmony.