Kori's POV

The pitter patter of rain rouses me from my bed. Out of habit, I check to see if Shimo and Scarlett are in bed. When I see both of them sleeping soundly I exhale. 

They're safe, for now.

Sitting on the doorstep, I close my eyes and breathe in the smell of rain. But the smell disappears and the rain stops, only to be replaced by snow. The temperature drops and the crisp fragrance of snow fills the air. It's nostalgic, the smell of snow. It reminds me of my childhood. Apple cider and hot chocolate, sledding and snowball fights, thick parkas and gloves. The memories leave me as quick as they came and my silence is interrupted by Shimo, only a mere 3 years. He holds out his hand letting the snowflakes collect in his hand, murmuring the word "snow".

A/N

I know that this one is short yet, that's how it's intended to be; a brief moment to remember.