CHAPTER 6With the shutting off of the lights, the door became a magic portal opening into a Christmas card. The simple act of closing the door transported us to a hushed, new world, tenanted only by the two of us.
It had stopped snowing, but there hadn’t yet been enough traffic to destroy the purity of the scene. Trees, like skeletons suddenly softened with flesh, had come under a spell that transformed them from Cinderellas to princesses. Snow spangles caught sparks from the road lamps and exploded into showers of light.
In the car, I listened to the tires crackling on the crust. All sounds were muted to a frozen stillness, our voices falling with the softness of snowflakes.
From the open, hoar-frosted window came a pleasantly stinging iced lotion, and my breath formed gossamery sprite
