She opened her eyes and let the image sink deep into her mind.
She let it grasp her
It seemed to pull her in.
Soft, untouched snow
Still, calm, and hushed
She is deprived of movement
Frozen in place.
"it's beautiful"
She mutters in a small, child-like voice
She gave out a screech of joy
A laugh follows.
I hear the words repeat in my head.
"it's beautiful!"
She leaped into the snow.
Her crimson lips curved into a smile.
She was home.
