Literature
A Winter's Tale
A Winter's Tale
I'm tired, she thought.
It was hard to keep her eyes open.
She didn't know what time it was. It was dark, it was cold, and the snow was falling down from the white-cushioned sky in thick flakes and covered the already snowy landscape; the field, the trees, the narrow path and the girl lying next to it, her legs slightly drawn towards her body, her face turned towards the sky. Gently the flakes landed and sat there like tiny animals with soft fur. They still melted on her face, hesitatingly; but the thin jacket, the legs, the bare hands were slowly covered, inch by inch.
She wasn't cold. The cold that had made every movem