NaNoWriMo Day 11: Snow Day
The sun shone overhead, an impossibly bright white spot bracketed by sun dogs, in a crisp and bitter blue sky. The sunlight glittered on the snow so bright it blinded if looked upon too long. It was so cold the air froze eyelashes and, if one took to careless a breathe in, painfully froze the hairs in ones nose.
The child stood at the top of the hill and looked down, a string clenched in his mittened hand. It was the perfect day to go tobogganing.