And the Snow Fell Elizabeth Horton-Newton It was cold. The snow fell for days and coated the world with frozen silence. We played in the snow and flakes clung to your beard, tantalizing, tempting drops inviting a kiss. The glare of the noonday sun on the snow blinded me to your faults. In the still evenings we would snuggle under piles of blankets, nursing cups of … Continue reading And the Snow Fell