Friday, November 16, 2018

100 Words a Day 1246


The snowflakes drifted down from the white-clouded sky, abundant but unhurried, and covered the autumn ground. This first winter dusting fell on a land that was silent and still and where no wind blew. Animals and men watched the white transformation from the comfort of their dens, warmed by their families, fires, or both, and unwilling to disturb the slow turning of the season. When they finally did emerge, the soft snow was struck from roofs and shaken from fur. Parents watched as their young leapt and played in the pillowy stuff, sometimes chasing a flake that was still afloat.

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