Snow Encounter
The wind blows over the hillside and the snowflakes are drifting relentlessly across the valley. The sky is dark and the clouds pregnant with anticipation of the next blizzard. It’s cold and I wrap myself deeper into the coat I am wearing, feeling the soft fur sweep across my cheeks. My boots are wet through but I can see the cabin up ahead. There it will be warm. As I open the door I feel the warmth of the fire wash across my frozen skin. I collapse into the chair and relieve myself of my wet...