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Winter. The most wonderful time of the year.
Though much had changed since they were children, much remained the same. The seasons came and went, spring warming into summer, which faded into autumn. Then, in a blast of frigid air and blinding snow flurries, winter arrived, turning the streets into a glittering wonderland of white. Icicles hung from the eaves of snow-burdened rooves, reflecting the vibrant, colorful lights adorning the frosted windows.
Sylvia held her cup closer to her face and breathed deeply, inhaling the sweet warmth of her hot chocolate. She loved winter. There was an unearthly beauty to the way the world seemed to shift from the dull monotony of modern life into a fanciful realm of impossibility; a grassy field a sparkling sea of white. A forest of vibrant conifers blanketed with powdery snow as the drifts piled ever higher beneath their trunks. Even the most bleak and dreary of places seemed to come alive, exuding an air of otherworldly charm that could only be described as magical.
The distant jingle of sleigh bells and the drone of various seasonal songs echoed through the streets, a noticeable but pleasant drone beneath the general bustle of the evening. Boughs of holly hung from every door and brightly colored garland embellished with gleaming ornaments spiraled the length of the old, ornate lamp posts that lined the streets. Further down the way, just visible through a narrow gap between two larger buildings, the star of the massive Christmas tree, erected in the central plaza, shone. It was not the markets she often visited as a child, but the city captured the essence of the season all the same.
❝ Hey, Law? You think there’s still a bakery open around here? I’m dying for cookies. Real cookies, I mean. Not that grocery-store bakery crap that just tastes like flour and old butter. ❞
