There was a chill in the air, and Meadow was pretty sure that was a good thing. This morning her breath had even fogged up the windows in their room enough for her to draw with her nose-- that was cool. Really, the child was looking forward to winter. Maybe they'd even get snow! She'd seen pictures of the snow drawn in the books within the library, and she could only hope that they'd get to see it soon. How exciting would that be? Excited, and even more than that. More than excited? Yeah!
When you're this little, though, big feelings are... well, they're big. Meadow had managed to overwhelm herself already with all the thoughts and excitement in her head. The small girl was doing her best to steady herself, to calm herself down, but it was hard. It was even harder when there were so many other people around all the time. There was only one place the child knew she'd feel better: the library.
Hiding away among the bookshelves, she needed to be busy. Busy would keep her from getting overwhelmed by the feelings that were too big. Right. Carefully, she pulled a large, heavy book down from one of the shelves that was just barely taller than she was. It was filled with pictures of the winter and the snow, and she'd been trying to teach herself how to read it. It seemed to talk about the weather and the different patterns it took. Yes, this was a good book for rationalizing all the things that were coming soon. Nearly straight away, Meadow found herself engrossed in her book. This would be a good way to spend the afternoon.
