The cold naturally made her cry. It
was getting dark and she hurried down the sidewalk, ready for a reprieve from
the cold air and a chance to dry the cold tears. It was the middle of December,
and there were bright wreaths and sparkling multi-colored lights on many of the
houses, brightening the walk. She tried to take notice of these things, revel
in the way the lights reflected off the snow and how crisp the neatly shoveled
walks looked as they ran dark ribbons through the bright snow. The snow had a
bluish tint from the darkening sky.
She
arrived at her ribbon sidewalk and followed it around the house to a back door.
She let herself in and went up the stairs to her attic apartment. The stairs
opened into a small kitchen, and she immediately filled the kettle with water
and put it on the stove to heat. She set down a brown paper bag with the bagel
she had picked up on the way home and went to put her bag down in the corner of
her living room that was her work space. She went to hang her coat in the bedroom
closet and pulled off her boots. She glanced quickly out the window in her
bedroom and saw that it had started to snow again. She watched the flakes fall
for a minute until she was pulled out of her reverie by the whistling kettle
and hurried back to the kitchen.
She
pulled a mug from a cabinet and grabbed a package of hot chocolate from the box
on the counter. She poured that in the mug and then filled it with hot water,
stirring as she poured. She grabbed an orange from the basket on the counter and
sat down at the kitchen table, pulling the bagel out of the paper bag. She took
a bite, staring thoughtfully out the kitchen window. It was completely dark
outside now, but the snow always made the night brighter, and the streetlights
reflected off some of the snowflakes as they fell.
She
had not taken the time to pay attention to these things in a while.
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