She thought of golden aspens then, their sight through sky of light-fall snow, faint grey of sky in the falling down and in the clear of after-blue.
She dreamed a mountain meadow, aspens’ stand at open’s edge, cast of shadow beneath gold’s bright and brilliance’s give to darkness in mountain’s ascent into the pines; her footprints in the snow, melting fast in restore of sky’s whole blue, touch of the wind upon her face stirring soft her free, loose-fallen hair, warm shiver at wind’s touch sensing and running through.
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Inside, the hearth burned full and strong, home filled with emanant heat.
Outside, world was froze. Through wide of view over loveseat rest, Anna gazed in distance over open farm and on near of the naked trees, world stilled in snow and sunlight’s bright.
In her mind, she dreamt of mountains and the aspens once again.