Autumn turned her computer off and lay back on the roof. Soon, it would be too cold to do this at all. Already she needed a sweater to come write out here.

But it was so beautiful. Maybe she’d keep coming out there regardless, whenever she needed inspiration. She could just imagine herself sitting on her roof, half covered in ice as snow fell all around her and she tried to keep pressing the keys with fingers that were so numb from the frozen waste that was her roof that she ...