Walking

A few days of heavy snow covered the town like a blanket.

"It feels alive and empty at the same time," Mary thought as she walked down the street.

No one was outside, but there were tracks from everyone walking. As the cold air crept into your bones, you could see the smoke rising from chimneys, and see the glow from lights and fireplaces as you walked past windows.

She reached the inn, her shoes soaked and her hands frozen. Ann rushed up to her as soon as she stepped in, "Hey, Mary!" the redhead smiled, "I'll go get Gray!"