The storm swept through the forest with a fury that conquered all in its path. Amid a flurry of white flakes, it transformed the land, its claws ripping at small leaves that clung desperately to the arms of the trees, leaving branches bare and grasping in its wake. The freezing cold bit into all it touched, burrowing into the bones, paralyzing its hapless victims, and bereaving them of any life giving warmth.
The sky was obscured by a blanket of angry, grey clouds that held hostage the stars and demons rode their windy steeds, while howling their wrath and cutting down all who opposed them. But a beacon of light shown through the wilderness, piercing the violence and fury of the storm. It was a symbol of hope in the darkness, a safe-haven that welcomed all who sought to escape the savage beast that pursued them.
The small, one room cabin sat alone in an isolated clearing, its thick oak frame braving the elements with ease. The aforementioned light shown out from a single, frosted window, situated above an ancient porch swing, which swung creaking in protest at the harsh treatment of the wind.
The interior of the cabin was nestled within a cocoon of warmth, which emanated from a large, brick fireplace found at the end of the room. The screaming fury of the storm outside was muted, replaced by the soft, sporadic crackling of the fire. Wavering light was cast out and illuminated the serene faces of the couple curled up before it, while shadows played upon the walls, dancing to a tune only they could hear. The pleasing aroma of peppermint permeated the air, originating from the steaming mugs of hot chocolate held absently in each hand.
The couple, wrapped in each other's arms and surrounded by a plush, red afghan, stared silently into the mesmerizing flicker of the flames. With a small movement, the man whispered soft words into the ear of his companion, who rewarded him with a soft laugh and sparkling eyes. Shortly, a comfortable silence once again descended upon the couple, although they would occasionally look at one another and, with a smile or a light touch, communicate in that silent language known to lovers everywhere.
Dawn revealed the retreat of the storm, back to the silent nothingness from whence it came. The sun's pale rays fell over the land, newly freed from the grip of the beast. Illuminated by the morning's light, the forest resembled a fantastic dreamscape, the likes of which can be found in the mind of a child. White, glittering snow covered the forest's surface, smooth and unmarked by its inhabitants. The peace and beauty of the scene sharply contrasted the wrath and violence of its creator.
The stillness was disturbed by the creak of the cabin door. The couple who had sat so comfortably in front of the fire the night before stepped out into the frigid air. With misted breath and rosy cheeks, they trudged toward the forest, hand in hand, admiring the winter wonderland that was laid out before them. Their footprints, the only evidence of their passage, led away from the little cabin; a safe-haven no longer needed.