15 Jan 2016
The drizzle of the snow dust persisted for days, we walked to and fro home on the crunchy dusty snow. The feathered coat from last year is full of sweat, caught cold sand on our tongues. Thy, the kids ate some from the dirty car, I closed one eye, told them off enough. They giggle, then suddenly "I don't like too much cold" the older say. "E not like co", the little one ventures. I pause, ignoring all the chaos, all around plain forest enchantment transplanted into the city. Winter magic all over again.