The challenge word this week of Flake and as it's near to Christmas I allowed myself to indulge...
The low, white winter sun is soft yet still picks out the tiny, hexagonal crystals that collect on his curling lashes making his pale-green eyes sparkle with life.
He draws back his powerful arm, laughing carelessly as he hurls the snowball but it's accuracy is thwarted as he is taken from his feet by the gigglingly graceless attack of his giant of a brother.
They tumble into the banked drift, delicate flakes swirling about them as they fight agreeably for festive supremacy whilst around them the spirits of their troubled pasts smile indulgently down upon them.
Merry Christmas, Boys!
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little winter scene.