Moving slowly and quietly, she put on her windproofs, put her sketchbook and pencil in her pocket, put on her glasses, went to the tent door, and started to unzip it. She stopped when flakes of snow started blowing in, and moved the zipper so she could make an opening just large enough to see what was going on. When she put her face to the opening, all she could see was a wall of white. Sky and ground blended into each other with no way to tell up from down by sight.
Quietly sighing in disappointment that there was no view to draw, Mirka closed the tent flap on the blizzard and back to her sleeping bag. She took off her outer pants and sat in her sleeping bag to finish the drawing she had started the day before.