Natalie yoked the horses to the sleigh, fastening all of the buckles securely. Once finished, she stepped onto the sleigh and gently encouraged the horses to move forward. As the horses heaved her through the deep snow and onto the country road, she mused at how the bare, gray trees lining both sides had created the appearance of a tunnel, with the high branches straining under the weight of the ice causing them to arch over. Oh, how she loved these Siberian nights. She leaned her head back and watched the snow gently floating down towards her. And when the snowflakes would fall onto her eyes, she wouldn't blink. She would just let the snowflakes melt and moisten her eyes. Her heart silently but deeply ached. She yearned to see him again, hoping that the war would end soon and that he would come back to her. But until then, she would continue to remember him with these near-silent rides on their sleigh, recreating what they loved to do each night in the winter when he was home. It gave her an agonizing comfort, to some degree, weakening the fear that he may never return at all, which was just enough to get her through to the next day.
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