time stops in a settled snow globe

The orchard was strangely beautiful this time of year. However much Twig enjoyed the flowers and brilliant greens of spring there was something about the soft quiet of newly fallen snow. The day was brisk, but the wind had long died to let the few inches of snow settle evenly on the ground instead of in hard to navigate drifts. It settled into the bare branches of the apples trees like a gentle blanket over the sleeping landscape. Twig could almost imagine it as the trees and grass being put down for a nap by mother nature. The thought both amused her and caused a pang within her heart. She never tried to imagine what might have been. Despite the time that passed her heart still hurt.

A day like today put her heart at ease though, the strange quiet that settled in the Avalon lands as the snow muffled any noise or squeak. Twig found cover beneath one of the more mature trees, as it shielded the ground from most of the accumulation. The woman settled softly there, peering out into the what landscape, swallowed up in the pure white of the world. For just a moment everything before her reflected perfection of the unblemished white blanket. Maybe Avalon didn’t quite seem like home yet, but as she watched the world go by, she believed that it would be.

"Autumn Twig Memoire"