Dancing Ice
Shimmers of light glanced off the icicles hanging from the eaves of the winter cabin, prisms of a pure and clean world. A blanket of fresh powder covered the ground. Aditi sat on the window sill, watching Jeff shovel snow. Grumbling to himself, complaining about how hard it was on his back. Jeff was a human, and like most humans, he’d lost sight of the wonder of winter.Aditi had previously attempted to reach him,...
