The weather has been dreary and depressing for days.
The air is freezing cold, causing white fog to drift out of his mouth with every exhale. The sky is grey and dismal; the ground covered in slush and frighteningly chilled water that enjoys finding new ways to seep into his shoes and cutting off the feeling in his toes. The trees lining the park are black and dingy, appearing like jagged black skeletons without their usual layer of thick leaves. The buildings throughout the city look dark and foreboding against the lighter colors in both sky and earth.
It all appears utterly cheerless…
… until Abe starts giggling when a snowflake lands on his nose, and Abigail's bell-like laughter quickly follows as she swipes a bit of the white powder off of her hair and sprinkles some of it onto the toddler, who practically shrieks with delight as the cold substance hits his bare skin.
And Henry can't help but think, with the two people he loves most in the world by his side, even this dark landscape can become a beautiful place.
I finally succeeded in writing fluff of some sort. Please enjoy.
~Persephone