Voices on the Wind Voices from Home
Tease by Kathryn Jacobs The snow kept flickering, promiscuous and uncommitted: foreplay. Give it time the flakes would settle down in earnest, but this was a young batch, light and frisky, so no surfaces were spared: you laughed at me. But I was right, and it was certainly enough to get the birds excited. Clouds descended hopefully on naked trees to masquerade as highly mobile leaves; a little dark and stubby possibly, but snow can hide a lot, and you could see those trees enjoyed the perky so did we.