Footprints easily visible in the fresh snow they were deeply indented in, Michael could hear the sound of Sara's soft giggles drifting back to him as he raced over her tracks to catch up with her. The sparkling wonder that shone like chips of frosted glass was spread out before them, blanketing the earth, its beauty yet to be interrupted by tiny feet, by the bustling morning yet to come.

It was late. They had just left a Christmas party at Lincoln and Jane's where Sara had indulged in a little too much wine.

Michael grinned as Sara came to a stop in their front yard, her arms going around the snowman they had helped their daughter Rosie build earlier that day. "If I kiss him do you think he will come to life?" Sara's eyes sparkled with amusement and Michael couldn't help but chuckle. He also couldn't help but find Sara adorable in her slightly intoxicated state. But then when didn't he find his beautiful wife adorable?

"I don't know about him, Sara, but I always come to life when you kiss me." Michael teased with a grin.

"You're so naughty!" Sara leaned in and her lips touched the cold smile of the snowman with no results. "Ah, he's just a cold fish! No Wait, he's a Snowfish!" Tossing some snow at Michael playfully, "Now your a snow fish too...A naughty Snowfish!"

Michael laughed with Sara as she burst into giggles. "Ha Ha, Very funny." She was only too aware of his old nickname at Fox River.

Sara didn't drink often, in fact Michael could count on one hand the times he had seen his wife lift an alcoholic beverage to her lips, but when she did she got pretty silly…But not only did Sara get silly when she'd been drinking, the night would usually end with her being very warm and 'friendly'.

Michael wasn't sure about Sara, but he was getting pretty cold standing out in the snow and he was more then ready for the warm and friendly part of his wife's 'condition' to commence.

"Come on Sara, let's go in. I bet you're cold, I know I'm cold. Maybe you can warm me up?"

A burst of giggles was his answer and then Sara ran and grabbed his hand. But instead of pulling Michael towards the house, she headed for uncharted territory, the vast unmarked snow that lay behind the jolly 'Snowfish'.

"Come on Sara…"

"Don't be a party pooper, Michael!" Her voice was getting loud and Michael was suddenly afraid she might wake the neighbors.

"Shh… you'll wake the neighbors Sara."

"Oops!" Her voice fell to just above a whisper then, "Let's make snow angels, Michael!" Sara plopped down into the snow and lay back.

Michael watched as she started moving her arms and legs back and forth.

Stopping suddenly, Sara looked up at him, finally realizing she was alone in her creativity. "Come on Michael, make an angel…You know you want to!" She sat up and held out her gloved hand with a grin.

Never one to say no to his wife, Michael slipped his hand into Sara's and let her pull him down into the snow next to her. Lying back, he spread out and swiped his arms and legs back and forth through the cold, sparkly snow.

When his angel was complete he came to rest and let his head fall to the side to gaze over at his wife. Sara was grinning at him from her spot in the snow, her own angel complete. "I love the snow," She said softly and then she was flipping over with great care. She came to land on top of him her face mere inches from Michael's own.

Gazing down at him Sara smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Let's look at her." She glanced over at her creation, "Ahh…She's beautiful! Isn't she the most beautiful snow angel you've ever seen, Michael?" Sara's eyes came back to meet his.

"She is, Sara. She's the most beautiful snow angel that ever was." As he spoke his eyes never left his wife. And it was true, with her hair dusted in the sparkling snow Michael thought Sara was the most beautiful snow angel he had ever seen.

(The End)