snow

The snow was falling softly to the ground. It drifted lazily down, adding a fresh frosty layer to everything. Out the window she saw a husky walk by on a long leash, looking quite at home in the snow. The person walking behind it was bundled up against the falling snow. They disappeared beyond the view of the window, and everything was still once more, except for the falling snow. She noticed how flakes would come close to the window in the corner by the building wall, looking almost as if they had gotten lost and drifted there quite by accident. Then the flakes got smaller again, and she turned back from the window to the scenes in front of her.