Mirka helped prepare the freeze-dried muesli for breakfast, though by the time it had been eaten there was no change in the weather. Her dad was looking daggers through the tent walls at the storm outside, while her mom attempted to get him to do something other than mope about the weather. Mirka decided there wasn’t much point in trying either of them and sat quietly in the corner in her sleeping bag with her sketchbook. For most of the morning there was scarcely a sound but for the wind and the snow it swirled.

Hours later, as Mirka was finishing a drawing of her dad staring at the tent door and her mom reading a book beside him, she started humming the melody to the words in her mind loudly enough to catch her dad’s attention.