A Winter Phantom
She stands near the window, watching the snowstorm come in. Clouds darken the sky, and snow lightning, a rare phenomenon, splinters the inky blackness. Sleep has eluded her once again, and she is restless. Snow covers the ground and frost creeps into the corners of the window pane. She stirs the embers in the fireplace and lays an armful of logs on the grate. In her sheer, white nightdress she looks like a ghost in the light of the flames, but in reality, she is no ghost. She still...