The Winter

She sat at her window looking out. The cold winter had sent a harsh storm but it all just added to the beauty. The snow, the pure white snow, was so gentle and soft but so dangerous and evil. The storm would stop in a couple hours and it would be a winter wonderland. All the children would go out and play in the new fallen snow. She would not be one of them. She was stuck, trapped, inside this house. All she could do was look out. She had never felt the snow on her face, never made a snowball, nor felt the cold go through her gloves, and she never would.