it’s all how you look at it.


Whirly and swirly, she feels fully alive and warm by the presence of snow. She takes it in.

-or-

Eyes squinting in the harsh wind she roams around the parking lot freaking out as there is no sight of her car. Or any car for that matter.

Her words are carried by the whisper of the wind. “To love like this is all the warmth I need. Tom and I are to be married come the first sign of spring. Yes, upon the first sign.”

-or-

“I snuck a flask into the PTA meeting today….sshhhh, don’t tell. Especially Tom.”

“Let’s head back inside sweetie for a a cup of hot chocolate and story time by the fire.”

-or-

“I have been yelling for you to come inside for 20 minutes—now I had to drag myself out here—no fig pudding for you—none!”

Stars Falling by Julianna Sweeney
Sincerely You and Winter Solstice by Aimee Sicuro

And yes, there is something very wrong with me, or very right. Depending on how you want to look at it.

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