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He was right. "Tell me about Winter Forest," Troy said softly. I bit my lip, trying to hold myself together. Keaton's hand came down on my shoulder, squeezing gently, his other hand resting on Troy's leg. "It's–It's cold there, but it feels nice. Crisp, and clean. In the winter the snow piles up against the buildings and we used to… used to slide down the snow chutes on flattened cardboard boxes. We–we—" I choked on my tears, not daring to close my eyes lest he take his last breath while they were closed. "The sky is almost purple there, violet, especially when it starts to get dark. The mountains turn pink in the evening when the sun sets. It's… it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Slowly the fog changed into the dark of night and the falling of snow. It was a slow snowfall, the fluffy flakes that blanket everything in heavy silence. The only sound is the heavy crunch of snow as it settles on the branches of the surrounding trees. The moon is full and high in the sky as it casts a silvery glow on everything.

I slide my hands into the pockets of my coat, looking over into the tall thick trees covered in snow, that are lining both sides of the road as I wait. I look over at the sun, that's quickly setting behind the trees, causing the sky to grow darker and darker by the second. I let out a breath, causing a small cloud to form in front of my face. The wind blows into me, causing me to slightly shiver. I thought our winters were pretty cold, but It's much colder here in the mountains. I look over into the thick trees of the forest as I start to hear the sound of paws beating against the ground, quickly growing closer.

The place was decorated like a frozen forest, welcoming the season outside. Leafless trees were spread around us with crystallized branches. Snowflakes were hanging from the ceiling on invisible strings, some of them almost reaching our heads. Fake snow just hung at our feet, lifting a bit from the air when we walked near it. Dim blue and white lights were making me feel like I was really outside in the forest at night, but despite the cold decorations, I was warm and could enjoy my stay without my nose turning red.

"I'm just happy to be here with you, Audrey. Together, we can find beauty in even the simplest things, like a snowfall on a winter evening." The trees around them are laden with snow, the rooftops dusted with a glistening layer of white. Audrey's laughter fills the air, a sound as pure and joyful as the snowflakes that continue to fall around them. They wander through the streets, their breath forming frosty clouds in the cold air. As they reach a clearing, Audrey's gaze is drawn to the majestic mountains that loom in the distance, their peaks dusted with a fresh layer of snow. The sun breaks through the clouds, casting a warm golden light over the landscape, creating a magical glow that bat

I felt the bus gradually decelerating, the hum of the engine quieting to a gentle purr. Turning towards the window, my breath hitched at the sight that unfolded before me. We were at the Blue Mountain Resort, a winter wonderland that was nothing short of magical. The mountains, cloaked in a pristine blanket of snow, shimmered under the touch of the morning sun. Tall evergreens, their boughs heavy with snow, stood in stark contrast against the clear, cobalt sky, their shadows stretching out like silent sentinels. The world outside was a symphony of whites, blues, and greens, the air crisp and clear, carrying with it the fresh scent of snow and pine.

He looked out the window. What the window showed: the valley descending in snow, the waterfalls frozen or partially frozen — some of them entirely ice, some still moving beneath the ice, the motion visible through the translucent surfaces — the birch forests bare and white, the specific Norwegian birch in winter which was a different object from the English birch, more vertical, more deliberate in its arrangement of branches, a tree that had grown up knowing it needed to shed snow. The farms are visible at intervals — the red barns, the same deliberate red as the Bryggen facades, the functional color that announces itself against the white.

He says it like it’s contaminated. *** We ride away from the city and as we leave behind the buildings and pass more and more trees, my heart starts to feel more free and light. Everything around us comes straight from a winter wonderland, beautiful white snow which reflects specks of multi coloured light and appears to glitter in the rising morning sun. The drive on the freeway goes on for about an hour, until we take an exit and pull onto a road that's narrower, surrounded by tall fir trees, covered in snow. "I hope the road is cleared all the way up to the cabin."

When the two weren't talking they sat in silence until Arcangelo called at the estate to talk to his son, both of them assuring him that they'd be home soon and that they'd watch a Disney movie together after dinner, a small smile playing at their lips at the little boy's enthusiasm. ** The sun was bright, still brilliant in the sky, but it had grown cooler even on the days that lack cloud. Soon every bough will be only brown and the gay colors they brought will dim to a fading memory. The air is so cold yet the trees are on fire. There is an inferno above everyone's head as they made their way into the graveyard with the casket. Scarlet and gold licks at the blue sky, no rain clouds today.

He scanned the area for any signs of shelter, but all he saw were the looming trees and the dense underbrush. The snow crunched under his paws as he kept running, his breath visible in the frigid air. The mist that had shrouded the forest earlier was now clearing, revealing the full extent of the winter landscape. The sky above was a murky gray, with no hint of sunlight breaking through the heavy clouds.