The world was hushed as a gentle, almost silent but evident,
hum echoed through the snow topped trees creating a chaste white landscape. A
delicate pure rug of snow carpeted the roads as fluffy shavings continued to
fall from the black sky – although it was night the earth was glowing, the snow
reflecting a light that only snow can. A single flake settled on the tip of her
nose, disappearing almost instantly. She shone, standing alone, her hair
adorned in white glitter; flakes intertwined within her two plaits. The soft
quilt of snow lay unadulterated, she didn’t want to move in fear of marking the
carefully placed rug – a stain impossible to remove unless the snow continued
to fall, so she stood still; frozen on the spot.
