Seeds Under Snow

The day went very slowly, as though time itself would rest, the time would allow them space to get accustomed to it. The light of the morning spread over the snow and fell upon the houses, upon the people who silently went about their own business. Again children ran after one another in the vicinity of the sled hill, minuscule footwear billowing powder in the air. One of the women had wool blankets hanging on a line. A man cut wood, every swing all minded. Here life went on, ...