The Welkin 2014 | Page 19

Photo by: Emily Soley An endless torrent of snowflakes falls from the colorless sky, their swirling paths blending together to create a white haze which obscures the view of the rest of the world. It blurs the bare trees, the empty streets, the pines who offer the only signs of plant life in the form of dull, blue-green needles, and the houses, with their roofs covered in a thick layer of snow, but their windows radiating light and warmth as the people inside peek out through the glass. A man frowning as he looks at the driveway he just shoveled, where no trace of his work will remain after the storm. His son sits in his room and waits excitedly for the snow to stop so he can gather his friends down the block for a snowball fight. Next door, a girl who had had a similar idea lies in bed with a cold, disappointed that she’ll have to miss out on sledding today. And as the storm continues blowing, making the world outside colder families gather close in their homes, creating their own warmth. Mackenzie Eddy