Snow

Everyone loves snow, don't they? Snow angels, snow balls, snowmen? Everything covered in a peaceful white blanket that wraps the world up and makes it look all pretty? It's the colour of Christmas. The colour of purity. The colour of the little rabbit I had as a child.

It's the stuff that, when it's covering the roads and melting, gets thrown up by passing vehicles in a mucky sludge that freezes you while it stains your clothes. It's the stuff that ensures you're unable to leave your house to go to work or get groceries.

But, what do you think of when you imagine snow? Do you see a Christmas card scene? Do you see your own back garden, except with all the colour rubbed out? Or do you see a log cabin in the woods?

I, myself, am imagining the log cabin, an isolated structure miles from anywhere and everywhere. Are they the same thing? Maybe, but with isolation, any and everywhere are kindred spirits rubbing your face in the snowy sludge of emptiness.

Nice, eh?

Anywho-be-do. Log cabins are great for getaways, finding yourself and knuckling down. Let's meet some of those who might find themselves sequestered in such a place. I invite you to meet some of the stars of the forthcoming Snow Anthology - that's the characters, not the writers. Who's to say who's real anyway?

I hope you enjoy your visit with them!

Sin