Freedom and my backpack: episode 1 Writer: Samantha S. (An excerpt from Ian Joseph’s White Book) 背包与自由2/2 作者:Samantha S.(日记)(伊恩·约瑟夫的白皮书节选)

I didn’t know where I was. The bus stop had led me to the edge of the earth, or what felt something like it. It was frozen, maybe -25, but this frigid air didn’t take away from how beautiful the world looked from the horizons border. Winters breath carefully frosted over the boardwalk and the many rocks outlining the waters perimeter. Lights followed the timbered pathway, mimicking low hanging stars that forgot to shine. Effortlessly, white snowflake doves danced in the light, gracefully resting on the fluffy alabaster bedding below. Our footsteps painted the untouched canvas pathway that stretched out as far as the waters edge. Lightly, each step brushed gentle strokes across the newly fallen surface. Each stride required a trudging effort to maintain a constant time signature within each step, creating longer and more defined roaming patterns. In the distance two trees had stolen my attention. Outlined in a tangled web of colorful lights, I was looking through a kaleidoscope. We slowly ambled onto the cold glacial mount of snow and the wind cut our faces. We passed by the collapsed fence that attempted to contain the amount of delicacy behind it. A wooden staircase leading to a small landing caught his gaze. He walked to it, sat down and looked out into the endless glass platform. I, captivated by this new lens, walked into the darkness until my feet met the edge. They eventually came to a halt and I could smell the Arctic cover. Motion was still, movement came in undisturbed tranquil gestures as the layers shivered together. Rolling blue waves that once gently welcomed the shore transformed into a mirrored platform, now supporting fragments of hovering snowfall. In the silence of the night, I heard a gentle pressing on the snow as he walked down the wooden steps and followed me to the edge. Together, we stood in silence as we began to make sense of the transcendent view looming ahead. Shattered glass lay motionless, patiently awaiting the morning sun.
我不知道我和Ian到了哪里,公共汽车好像开到了世界尽头。下车后发现远处是一片白雪覆盖的海滩,周围一切都很冷,感觉至少-25°C,但寒冷的空气并不妨碍地平线上美丽的风景。雪花铺满了木板路,还有许多岩石露出水面,月光洒在上面闪闪发亮,晃得低垂的星星好像忘记了发光。洁白的雪花在月光中翩翩起舞,优雅、从容地一片片落在地上的白色石膏床和走在上面的俩个小人的身上。我们小心翼翼地踏在这片洁白的处女地上,勾画出了一幅潦草的画作。我注意到远处有两棵树好像在偷偷注视着我们,我喜欢这种感觉。脸蛋被呼啸的冷风刮得生疼。我们漫步着跨过了一片倒塌的栅栏,他被一段实木楼梯吸引了过去,走到那里坐上去开始凝望着远处,而我则试图去探寻后面的世界。眼前的景象迷住了我,越往前走越是黑暗,一直走到了海滩的边缘,我甚至觉得闻到了北极的味道。海浪在不停地拍打,凶猛地吞噬着每一片落下的雪花。突然在黑暗中我听到了脚步声,他走下木台阶,来到了我身边,于是我们静静地站在那里,耐心的等待太阳升起。

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