thelionscrimsonclaws:

I’ve always had a fondness for snow….except when encased in the fragile skin of a mortal.  The cold and wet has always made me miserable.  I remember struggling through it as a mortal when the wolves were bearing down on me. I remember how insidiously it would creep in around the windows at the castle or into the corridors, where it would settle in drifts and make us all huddle closer to our hearths.  I remember those same drifts, filling up the kitchen in Jamestown.  Laying in them as my lungs stung with each coughing fit.  Thinking that I was going to die there.

But I also remember how sunlight looked on snow….how every crystal refracted the light and set the ground on fire!  And how blue the hills looked on full moon nights.  How every surface was carved in ice and glittering immediately after a storm…..the way the Earth slept beneath her downy blanket, a beauty waiting for Apollo’s kiss.

Winter is always there.  When you are high enough in the atmosphere, that is where water turns to ice crystals and the air is thin.  It simply waits for when it can return to embrace the ground again.