I was listening to a streaming service and I heard a song one day. "Winter" by Tori Amos. And as I was listening, something just struck me. It really got me in the feels, ya know? Well, after I stopped crying, I began writing this story in my head. This story is kind of autobiographical. That means that it evokes many things I have felt throughout certain phases in my life. It encompasses some things I wished had happened. And it uses tiny snippets of what did happen in a way little different than it did. Tori Amos' song is not about transition, nor is it in any way about my life. But, many of the words and phrases do dovetail into my life experience very well when I listen to it. I hope she forgives me it's use for this. Without further ado, my story: Winter. Winter : A child runs down the staircase, lit from the sun glistening on the fresh falls of snow outside. It is a cold morning, but there are too many things to see; too much to do.