SHORT THOUGHTS: Windows
Yuko wrapped a scarf around her neck and walked over to her bedroom window, staring out at the snow covered streets. She smiled at all the snow given by the sudden blizzard that had trapped everyone indoors, then closed the blinds before walking over to her desk and sitting down.
She opened her notebook and pulled out a pencil from a nearby mug. With a content sigh, she closed her eyes and began scratching the pencil against the paper without even thinking about it.
Sometime later, she opened her eyes and stared at the small landscape she had drawn onto the page: A Simple tree on a hill, over looking a large plain with a rising sun overhead. She smiled at it with approval.
Sometimes when it snows, I close the window, and imagine that the light pouring through the blinds is from a bright summer's day.
AN: something I always do when it snows. Inspired by the recent snow storms striking random States.