The mirror. There it sits. There it has always been. Nothing has ever made me so curious. There's something about the thing.

The air is cool, colder than before. Snow gently caresses the air and softly lands on the white pillowed ground. Snowflakes land in my hair and on my face. It's calming. Little breezes sway the thin birch trees. Animals scurry here and there. Nothing has ever made me feel like this. Nothing could've ever made me feel like this except...the mirror.