Winter
Raoul wrapped his arm around Christine and leaned his head in closer to hers. The two stared out the window in front of them, admiring the beauty of the snow tumbling from the sky.
"I remember when we used to play in the snow," Raoul said.
"Yes. I liked the snow angels," Christine added.
"And I liked the snowball fights. Especially when your Papa would play along." Raoul ran his fingers through her delicate hair as he remembered those simple days. "Winter was my favorite season as a boy."
Christine pressed a kiss against Raoul's cheek. "It was mine too."