It was a world faded to grey, bled of colour. She stared out at the bleached landscape, occasional black accents breaking up the endless sea of snow, and sighed.
Tree branches were coated. No longer bare, but clothed in robes of white. It was quiet; sounds hushed and muted, grey to the ears as well as the eyes. This was a desolate place; beautiful, freezing. Stunning to all her senses.
The skies were heavy; there was more to come. After three storms, the snow was piled high. It didn’t seem possible that there was any left to fall.
Her thoughts were broken by the sound of laughter. Her children felt differently about this frozen land. Despite the cold toes, the icy fingers and the frozen noses; their giggles echoed and brought colour.
Rosy cheeks, smiling faces, full of joy.
They had the sledges out again, her eldest guiding his younger brother to the best slopes. Taking care that he didn’t go too far, too fast. Their younger sister following along behind, trying her best to keep up.
They didn’t see inconvenience, irritation, danger. They saw potential. Snowmen to make, snow to paint, igloos to build.
As the snow began to fall again, shrieks of delight replaced the giggles. Tongues out, catching snow flakes; their faces glowed.
She knocked on the window, beckoning them in. It was time to bring that glow inside, to chase away the chill that had seeped into her bones.
She looked again at the blanket of white; it sparkled if you looked closely.
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