A gust of wind swirled the thin wisps of the snow, kicking up enough to obscure the view for a moment. Mirka smiled and clapped her hands in delight as she watched the eddies of glistening flakes dance on the wind, all thought of the chill forgotten for a moment.
Though she could happily have stayed to watch the snow for half the night, about five minutes later she realized she was cold and had nearly fallen asleep despite the chill air. The wind cut through her fleece pajamas as if she weren’t even wearing them and the cold door was leaching heat heat through her jacket. In just the few minutes out here she had started to shiver.