The snow was stacked, the afternoon after the blizzard. The fresh powder’s depth; waist deep on my five-foot two height. A smile touches my lips at the beauty of the white out world the farm transformed into. The high Colorado sun makes winter warm enough to love here—recasting 30 degrees to 65. I didn’t mind being the one to tread through the snow to check on the horses. I take a deep icy breath, blowing out the steam and watch it rise. My mind drifts, peace. In my insulat

Rory and her books sat at the rivers’ edge. The cold mountain water numbed her toes, but much like the uncertainty nature gave, she didn’t mind. Hooded in her crimson cloak and letting the hem of her skirt dampen by the river, she turned a weathered page. A rustle in the pines came, after the inspection of a protection boundary cast. She slammed the book closed, whipped around and scanned the thicket. Nothing. Rory’s heart determined otherwise and sped at the looming sensa