The Meeting in the Snow

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.