Snowflakes fall, icy crystals, blanketing my yard like thousands of little fairies laid to rest.
The wind wraps around the trees, and swoops through the hills, only to batter against the houses standing in defiance to the winter air.
Inside, our hands and hearts are warm. Steam curls in ribbons off mugs of hot tea and cocoa. Our feet hover next to dancing flames, as little lights twinkle between pine needles.