She woke to absolute silence and bright sun behind the curtains. Abigail reached for her robe and went into the hall. The other two bedroom doors were shut, indicating that both sets of twins were still asleep.
She heard the muffled roar of a truck engine outside. That would be the neighbor across the street, heading to work. The sound was flatter than usual. She went into the living room and pushed back the curtain.
She sucked in her breath. About six inches of snow had fallen during the night and now the sun glanced sharply from every icy tree branch and fence rail. The neighbor’s truck pulled into the street. She lifted her hand to him mechanically and stared out of the quietness, soaking in the serenity of the scene. It would be broken soon enough by children who wanted to create snow people.
Copyright © 2013 Loretta Miles Tollefson