Anne couldn't resist stepping out onto the widow's walk, just for a moment. Wind whipped around her, tugging her shawl and her hair with icy fingers, finding its way up her sleeves and down the back of her neck. The red sky sent shivers of excitement thrilling down her spine.
"Anne!" Diana called, exasperated, holding open a woolen blanket. "You're going to catch cold!"
"Just a moment, Diana dear!" Anne opened her arms to the morning, letting the wind take her bubble of warmth. For a moment, with her hair whipping around her face, it felt like she could fly.